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Dearest Jushiro
An Ukitake x Nurse!Reader
A Belated Christmas gift
A tranquil silence reigned about the pagodas on the simple walkway around the edge of the lake on the way to the lone hut where the sickly Captain of Thirteenth squad would sit awaiting his medicine. It was a routine thing to do of course but there was always something special about having a chance to meet up with the famous silver-haired captain.
With the job having falling into your hands within the last three months, you had come not only to admire the captain but to... well it was unprofessional but you were falling in love with him. He was kind and sweet and tender with a strange obsession with giving everyone sweets even when they looked slightly out of code. His gentle nature often made him appear meek when matched to his illness, but you had seen how powerful and strong he could be on his good days and today you hoped it would be a good day.
Stepping inside the little room you felt your heart sink to see the captain trussed up in green sheets with a hot water bottle pressed to the side of his head and a look of misery upon his features. It was probably the worst you'd seen him in a long time and you wanted to cry at how pale and soul-less his eyes seemed to be. As you stepped over tentatively you called out to him with a gentle whisper.
"Captain Ukitake... are you well?"
"Oh... hello ______, I'm sorry I'm not at my best today. I thought I would be alright coming to see the fish, but I'm afraid I collapsed here. I do apologise." As usual he was calm and polite but the smile he tried to put on was too forced and you knew he must be masking extreme pain. As he tried to swing his legs about and lift his body, his arms seemed shrunken and trembling and automatically you stepped to his chest and let him drop his body into you.
Despite his illness the height and weight of this man was nothing simple to manage. Although he'd been able to bring his knees up to try and stand he'd slipped into a squatting position and you'd been forced to hold his head right in your chest. It was more then a little embarrassing for him but you took it as part of the routine and tenderly hooked his arm about your shoulders and settled him.
"Forgive me... I don't know what's come over me today." He mumbled in a strained way that told you he was not happy with himself. But you ignored the comment and focused on encouraging him to pull his feet forward and shuffle toward the nearest bench where you could check his limbs and make sure he had not hurt himself at all.
"It's okay sir... are you alright? Did you land badly?" You questioned gently as you checked over him for signs of injury once you'd sat him down. He remained silent as he watched you check his legs and spot a few bruises from where he'd bashed his ankles. You pinched around them to feel for broken limbs but he didn't seem to notice any pain. When you turned back around to look at him though, Jushiro lent to your face and gently pressed his lips to yours and softly he was able to give you a gentle kiss.
You could not remember anyone ever giving you such a sweet kiss before and yet you rolled your eyes as he suddenly collapsed forward into your chest again with a gentle whimper of apology.
Dear Jushiro... he was as adorable as a kitten!
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Poor Jushiro