For anyone who was well-acquainted with the high-ranking Espada, Ulquiorra Cifer’s next course of action oughtn’t to pose as much of a surprise to any of them.
Pinching the material of the very comforter the boy rested on delicately between his thumb and forefinger, he lifted the fabric in one fluid, easy motion- the strength lying behind the seemingly innocuous action enough to send the Uchiha rolling off the piece of furniture.
The boy might as well have soiled his sheets.
Thankfully for Shisui his honed reflexes meant he managed to avoid smacking his head on the others bedside table, though the impact of the floor itself was one he could have also gone without. Wincing ever so slightly he glanced up at Ulquiorra’s blank face, not an ounce of guilt in his eyes as expected, and pouted.
"Aww, come on Ulquiorra-kun!" He whined, scrambling to his feet. "Is it that bad that I wanna spend time with you?"
Glancing around the small room he caught no sight of the gift he had sent to his ex-roomate. Ulquiorra’s side of the dorm was as pristine as ever.
Minus the now unmade bed.
"I mean, you must have got my parcel, right? Or are you still mad at me for leaving?"