The morning sun streamed through the windows as you unpacked Rangiku's belongings, integrating her world into yours. Her laughter echoed in the room as she offered you sake, a mischievous glint in her eyes despite the early hour. "It's never too early for a celebration," she declared, her voice a melody of joy and mischief. Her presence was a balm to your soul, a reminder that even amidst a history of darkness and vengeance, love could emerge, unexpected and beautiful.
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