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Some nights, as she willed her exhausted body to sleep, Nanao would think of the Vice-Captain before her, the woman who had taught her so much about the life and function of a Shinigami.
Nanao would taste the bitter sweetness of admiration she had harbored, the prevalent desire to be closer to her role model. Would wish she could remember the scent that lulled her as the woman had cradled her (reminding her of books and flowers) or the goodnight kisses that had gradually turned into more.
...And images of their hypothetical development would render her unable to fall asleep.