A/N: I guess this was especially appropriate to post on Renji's birthday.
Growing up, Renji had to steal even drinking water, so the barracks showers were like heaven. Still, he'd rather kill than admit he loved the camellia oil soap that Kuchiki-taichou absentmindedly gave him one birthday.
Creamy smooth, scentless, soothing; it slid over his tattooed skin, slicking off blood and dirt, leaving trails of lather that rinsed clean. He used it all and sadly went back to a cheaper bar.
A crate of camellia soap appeared his next birthday.
Unsigned, it made Renji wary, but he eventually indulged in his gift.
"Finally," murmured Kira.
Shuuhei simply grinned from amid the steam.