Himawari looked over at the disorientated young shinigami, and giggled at his comment about the sake night. Satisfied that the bleeding had stopped, she walked over to him quietly. He looked completely out of it; most likely from moving about far too much and disorientating himself. She silently leant over him, just to check he was ok. This was probably the sign for them to stop this sparring match. After all they’d been fighting for... Himawari couldn’t even remember how long this fight had gone on for.
She leant over him further, taking a good look at his face. He was an attractive young man, though he clearly was aware of the fact. And the fact that he didn’t fear her both infuriated and intrigued her. A long, thin lock of her hair, slid down off her shoulders, gently tickling her face. She snatched it up quickly but she feared the damage was done.