Ichigo had been working at Boobies for a few weeks, during which time he’d gotten used to his gigai. He usually managed to negotiate it down to “girl next door” cute, but if things were really slow, Yoruichi always insisted on turning it up to “Rangiku’s younger sister” hotness.
Ichigo thought he’d been getting used to things when Urahara sent out an email addressed to all employees, asking them to come in that afternoon for an important event meeting. He frowned. What was Urahara planning? Something that would no doubt spell misery for him, he thought pessimistically.
The whole crew was gathered at tables, snacking on little treats that Yoruichi had set out when Ichigo arrived, selecting a table with Rukia and Renji, just for the friendly faces. “So, any idea what this is all about?” He muttered.
Rukia shook her he