Harry Potter: Toji Potter

The Kurosaki household had settled into a strange but comforting routine over the weeks. Harry, the house's self-appointed freeloader, had firmly integrated himself into the family's daily life, balancing his godlike power with the simple pleasures of normality.

Except, of course, for one detail.

It started innocently enough. A few casual chats, lingering glances, and playful banter. Yoruichi Shihouin had always been confident, unyielding, and unapologetically bold. So when she decided she was interested in Harry, there was no hesitation.

"Harry," she said one evening, perched on the Kurosaki's rooftop as the stars lit up the night sky.

"Yeah?" He looked up from his drink, his deathly and divine eyes softening as they met hers.

"We should date."

Harry blinked, momentarily caught off guard. Then, he smirked. "That so?"

"It is." She crossed her arms, smirking back. "You interested?"

"Of course. How could I say no?"

And that was it. No fanfare, no nervous stammering, no drawn-out confessions. Just a mutual understanding between two immensely powerful people who didn't see the point in wasting time.

For the first few days, it seemed like the relationship might unfold at a typical pace. Small moments here and there: holding hands, sitting close during casual conversations, and Yoruichi "accidentally" invading Harry's personal space with her feline charm.

But that notion was shattered within a week.

The two of them skipped straight past the "slow burn" phase, bypassing things like first kisses and formal dates, and went straight into what could only be described as an intense workout regimen—one that didn't involve a gym but left the pair equally sweaty and exhilarated.

Author's Note:

Seriously? That's it? They just—jumped straight into it?! No romantic buildup, no candlelit dinners, no shy first kisses under a crescent moon? They didn't even go on a date to test the waters!

And don't get me started on the intensity. They're at it like animals, folks. No breaks, no rests, no cinematic fade-to-black. It's like watching two Olympians compete in… well, never mind.

Meanwhile, I'm sitting here, single, eating instant ramen, and wondering where my Yoruichi is. Life isn't fair. Screw Harry. Screw his perfect life. Ugh.

When they weren't busy in the sheets, Harry and Yoruichi made time for their respective social circles, though they seemed incapable of keeping their new dynamic to themselves.

During a casual meeting with Isshin and Kisuke at the Kurosaki Clinic, Harry leaned back in his chair, smirking over his tea.

"Good tea," Harry said, taking another sip. "Though not as good as last night."

Isshin froze mid-slurp, choking on his drink. Kisuke raised an eyebrow, though his grin remained firmly in place.

"I don't want to know," Isshin muttered, rubbing his temple.

"Oh, but you do," Harry teased. "Let's just say Yoruichi has excellent stamina."

Isshin groaned audibly while Kisuke chuckled softly, his fan hiding his expression. "Well, Harry, it seems you've found yourself quite the partner."

"Partner? She's a force of nature," Harry said, grinning.

Yoruichi and the Girls

Meanwhile, Yoruichi had her own circle of friends and confidantes, often meeting up with the women of Karakura and Soul Society.

"Is it just me," Rangiku drawled, "or does Yoruichi have this… post-battle glow lately?"

Orihime, always eager to join a conversation, nodded enthusiastically. "Oh, definitely! She's been so radiant!"

Yoruichi grinned unapologetically, swirling her drink. "What can I say? I've been very well taken care of."

Nemu blinked, tilting her head. "Taken care of? Elaborate."

"Please don't," Rukia muttered, her face already bright red.

But Yoruichi wasn't one to miss an opportunity to brag. "Let's just say Harry's stamina puts most Shinigami to shame."

Orihime nearly choked on her drink, while Rangiku burst into laughter. "Oh, I like him already!"

Despite the chaos, the Kurosaki household enjoyed a period of relative peace. Harry continued to laze around the house, much to Isshin's dismay, while Yoruichi made herself a regular presence, often sneaking in through the window rather than using the front door.

Ichigo shook his head as he watched the two bicker affectionately one morning. "You're both ridiculous, you know that?"

Harry grinned. "Ridiculously awesome, you mean."

Yoruichi smirked, leaning into Harry's shoulder. "You're just jealous, Ichigo."

Ichigo rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"Sleep?" Yoruichi quipped. "Who said anything about sleeping?"

Ichigo groaned and left the room, muttering about how he should've moved out months ago.

Later that week, the pair found themselves lounging on the roof of the Kurosaki clinic, watching the stars.

"You know," Yoruichi said, resting her head on Harry's shoulder, "I never thought I'd enjoy this much peace."

"Yeah?" Harry replied, wrapping an arm around her. "It's not so bad, is it? No enemies to fight, no world-ending crises… just us."

She smirked. "You sound like you're getting soft."

"Maybe I am."

The quiet moment stretched out between them, broken only by the distant hum of Karakura Town.

For Harry and Yoruichi, life was good.

And for the rest of the Kurosaki household, life was… tolerable. Mostly.

And somewhere, in the void of the author's mind, a scream echoed: "GET BACK TO THE PLOT!"

AN: Did you like my attempt at Slice of Life? If you did, please drop some Powerstones and comment down below what world you'd like the MC to go to, as after the TYBW-arc Harry leaves the World of Bleach, though he's probably taking Yoruichi with him to drop her off with his other three wives. (The Man's collecting a friggin' Roster) Anyway, See you in the next one, Bye!