Urahara Kisuke

Yuuko's presence preceded her. Kisuke found himself at the window of his apartment above the cafe a few moments before he saw her arrive, with one finger curled around the curtains the reveal the street outside, and one teacup curled in his opposite hand. He quickly made his way to the closet to find a pair of slippers (he didn't get nearly enough visiting) and descended to get the door for her, arriving seconds after the doorbell rang with loud, careless bare footsteps down the wooden stairs.

"Yuuko-san," he said, inviting her immediately in with a wide door and leaning his back-end against it to let her pass up the stairwell. She probably would not have come to see him if she didn't plan to stay for a while. He wasn't under the impression that he rated any higher than that, for her, because that was the safer impression to have.

"What can I do for you today?"