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Shunsui liked to think of his pink haori as his trademark. All the captains had one. Yama-jii had his staff, Kenpachi had the bells, Unohana-sempai had the braid, and so on. Shunsui liked to think that his pink haori made him stand out, communicated his impeccable sense of smile and his fun-loving nature.

Jyuushiko said it mostly made people wonder why he wore a piece of woman's clothing all the time. But then again, she'd given him the first pink haori as a joke, so it was entirely her fault. (That one had met its untimely end during a particularly nasty little civil war that had broken out in Seireitei over fifteen hundred years ago. A pity really; he'd never been able to find another one he liked so much.)

Still, just because he liked his haori in particular and pink in general didn't mean that he didn't have plenty of clothing in other hues. His closet was a riot of color, in fact, with quite a few kimonos he'd probably never worn but bought because they caught his eye. Today, he'd chosen a rather old-fashioned but warm kimono in forest green with a pattern of reeds and clouds. As he walked through the gates of Thirteenth and up to Ukitake's quarters, he called out, "Hey, Jyuu~! I'm dying of loneliness out here!"