Topic: Byakuya/Renji "Autumn"
Kouyou, the viewing of falling maple leaves, as closely followed as spring's hanami, and, for Kuchiki Byakuya, less fraught with memories of blood for all that the leaves more closely resembled that color.
He sat seiza. Thick earthenware cup warmed his hands. The bitter green scent of matcha rose in the cold air. He watched Renji, Rukia, and Ichigo laughing, pelting each other with crisp leaves, uncaring of the transience of that which they so roughly handled.
His vice-captain turned, his hair a copper flame that burned in slanting light; and Byakuya's throat went dry, knowing what time might take.