“Good morning, Bya-kun!”

Byakuya suppressed the twitch in his eyebrow at the new nickname and simply sat down in the chair, removing the scarf that could ransom all of Soul Society. A large, elaborately-stitched silk cloth (needlework undoubtedly provided by his overeager stylist) was then draped over his shoulders.

“So, tell me, what would you like me to do for you?”

Byakuya kept his gaze fixed on the mirror ahead. “The usual.”

“Aw, can’t you live a little, Bya-kun? You would look so very lovely with braids—”

“The usual,” Byakuya repeated, his voice iron. “I won’t say it again, Ayasegawa.”

Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
Every time I look at Byakuya’s hair, all I can think is that Yumichika is so his stylist.