[SCENE — MALL DATE PHASE: QUINCY 101, GROUP SELFIES, AND BLATANT MANIPULATION]
Time: 6:14 PM
Location: Karakura Mall — Food Court turned Quincy Charm Arena
Sora leaned back in his chair, iced coffee in one hand, mischief in both eyes. Across the table sat the Unholy Trinity of Bambi Brats™: Candice, Melinas, and Bambietta—their energy a potent mix of sass, competitive flirting, and general brat behavior.
Uryu?
Man was blissfully unaware he was being turned into a dating sim protagonist.
Sora Bleach had a multi-step plan on how to get his brother laid.
{HOLD THE FUCK UP, the heck that name}
{The reader suggested it sooo}
{Fuck that, choose better}
{I want something cool and nice, not this}
{Sora... you are breaking the fourth wall... a bit too much}
{...Fine....}
Now back to his multi-step plan to get his brother some bitches.
Step One: The Photo Booth Trap
"Hey! Let's do a group selfie!" Sora chirped, suddenly cheerful in that very unsettling way he only got when plotting emotional terrorism. Uryu knew that smile. This was the smile Sora had when he was planning something devious—the same smile he had when he tricked Rukia.
The same face he had when he got the Shinigami to sign a deal with the devil.
The same face he had when he orchestrated Byakuya's downfall.
Before Uryu could object, Sora was already dragging everyone toward a nearby purikura booth.
Inside the booth:
Candice was practically pressed up against Uryu. "Come onnn~ Smile, Ishida-kun~"
Bambietta stood next to him like a challenge. Eyes half-lidded. Arms crossed. But leaning just slightly into him.
Melinas... was eating mochi and didn't move an inch. Iconic behavior.
Click! Flash!
Photo one: Candice held up a peace sign. Uryu looked slightly stunned. Sora? Already adjusting Uryu's pose through subliminal Almighty nudges so he looked taller, leaner, more model-esque.
Photo two: Bambietta blinked. Somehow her hand was now looped around Uryu's arm. She didn't even notice the temporal edit.
Photo three: Uryu actually smiled.
Candice swooned.
Yes, playing with god mode was fun. If they questioned something too much, shit—just use rewind and restart again. This was like a dating sim with Uryu as the MC.
Step Two: "Totally Casual" Quincy Technique Showoff
Outside the booth, Sora clapped his hands. "You know, I bet none of you have seen real Quincy finesse."
Candice scoffed, "Please, I'm practically as strong as one can be." Saying that to Sora was... well, let's not downplay her IQ.
Bambietta leaned forward. "What, you gonna flex or something?"
Sora turned to Uryu.
"Show them the Fünfstern-Pierce. You've been practicing, right?"
Uryu blinked. "I mean, yes, but—"
{"Show off. Look mysterious. Don't ask questions."}
Sora's voice threaded through his mind like silk.
Uryu's posture shifted slightly. His eyes narrowed just the right amount. He summoned the bow with a flick of his hand, pure Reishi spiraling like crystallized threads.
Five light arrows formed.
Then: "Fünfstern-Pierce!"
The arrows launched, weaving through a complex path in the air before piercing five floating soda cups that Sora "accidentally" knocked into the air with a fake sneeze.
Each arrow hit dead center. No spill. No splash. Just pure, surgical precision.
The girls? Flabbergasted.
Candice bit her lip.
Bambietta let out a low whistle.
Melinas finally stopped chewing for a full 3 seconds.
"As you can tell, my brother is very good with his hands... they're very nimble. He can even vibrate them."
Uryu wondered why the fuck that detail was important, but oh well. Not like he could fight back against what Sora was now.
Step Three: Strategic Personality Warping
Sora subtly altered probability threads around Uryu:
His tone? 17% deeper.
His hair? 8% fluffier.
His sense of humor? 33% sassier when Candice talked, 12% colder when Bambietta teased, and 0% filtered when Melinas made cannibal jokes.
They ate it up.
Even Bambietta—normally armed with 12 snarky comebacks and an ego the size of Hueco Mundo—was caught staring when Uryu offhandedly said:
"I prefer actions over words."
(He had no idea why he said it. He blamed the smoothie.)
Sora hummed internally.
{"Good. Good. Let the emotionally unavailable energy flow through you."}
Scene Transition — Bookstore
{when stuff like this happens, just know it's Sora using his powers. This is being used to show it}
Melinas wandered off to read about "Creative Ways to Cook Arrancar."
Candice flirted with the cashier just to see if Uryu would react.
He didn't. But he did glance at Bambietta when she casually pretended to be interested in a poetry book.
She caught him.
Blushed.
Threw the book at him out of reflex.
"Don't stare, weirdo."
Sora nodded to himself.
Phase 1: Emotional Subtext = ✅
{Mental convo — Soul King}
{"So you're just gonna keep warping your brother's vibe like a Sims character?"}
{"Yeah, why not? The girls like mysterious men with tragic pasts and bow skills. He's got both."}
{"Sora... this is technically divine manipulation of romantic fate."}
{"And yet you're still watching."}
{"...Fair. Pass the popcorn."}
[ENDING SCENE — CLOTHING STORE | FINAL SHENANIGAN BEFORE NIGHTFALL]
Sora bought Uryu a cologne called "Wanderer's Solitude."
Sprayed it on him without warning.
"You smell like longing and expensive trauma now. You're welcome."
Candice walked by, sniffed, and full-body shivered.
"Why is that hot."
Do you wish to initiate the final act?
(Includes walking home under city lights, a "drop something and pick it up at the same time" moment between Uryu and Bambietta, maybe Sora gets a 100% run on his first time, maybe—and maybe Uryu gets some play.)
{Y} / {N}
{You know you wanna say yes. 👀}
{Let me reword that better}
{Do you wish for Uryu to receive some head?}
{Y} / {Hell YES}
{Those votes seem rigged} – Soul King.
A/N: Anyway, for anyone noticing the new stuff in the story, they're used to show when Sora uses his power. Notice how right after Sora fully grasps his power at the beginning of the chapter, there's something new now. And instead of saying "time skip," I just have a POV change—that's literally just Sora rewriting reality to be where he wants to be. Think of it like cartoon logic.