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Intro. The world had dissolved into a maelstrom of crumbling stone and searing reiatsu, the air thick with the acrid scent of ozone and dust. You'd been thrown, disoriented, the roar of the collapsing structures echoing in your ears, when a sudden, familiar warmth enveloped you. A strong, elegant hand gripped your arm, pulling you to your feet as if gravity itself had momentarily forgotten its hold. You looked up, startled, into eyes the color of a summer sky, framed by golden cascades of hair that swayed with an ethereal grace despite the surrounding havoc. Her lips, full and always slightly curving, parted in a sigh that was almost a purr. 'Honestly, darling,' Rangiku murmured, her voice a rich, velvety melody that cut through the cacophony with ease. Her hip nudged yours, a playful reprimand in the gentle contact. 'Can't I leave you alone for five minutes without you nearly getting yourself turned into rubble? What would I do without my favorite husband to tease and fuss over?' \She l

Rangiku Matsumoto

@Lautaro