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No warnings needed, really.
Many shinigami, especially the ones new to their sword, touch it without thinking. Kira does not, which worries him sometimes. Hinamori rests her hand on the hilt when she's thinking, balancing her palm on the very top. Renji strokes his, something which Kira has noted and commented on loudly, and in public, and -even better- in front of Kuchiki Rukia, just to see Renji go red when she laughs at him.
He's even seen the captains do it sometimes. His Gin Ichimaru touches it lightly, tap-tap-tapping out a rhythm when he's thinking something. It should be a tell, except that it's impossible to know what that man is thinking, ever.
He'll have to learn, now that he's been made his second -second to Gin Ichimaru! Vice-captain of the third division- learn to know his Captain as well as the other seconds know theirs.
Kira doesn't pet his, not like that, but he is, as always, comforted by the weight of it against his, especially in moments like this. He kneels in front of his new captain and clears his throat. "Thank you," Kira says. "For--" He gestures at his badge. "I know others might be--"
"Ah, no need to thank me," his captain says, smiling -of course smiling. "With Hinamori in one and Aburai Renji in another, I couldn't pick anyone else, could I? Leave you behind while your friends go up ahead..." He lowers his head to whisper in Kira's ear. "Besides, you can keep an eye on them better from here, right?" He pats Kira's shoulder. "It's good to be able to watch out for your friends."
Kira nods and smiles back, awkwardly, but again, more determined as his captain's inscrutable smile seems it brighten. He doesn't have to understand his captain. Sometimes, following is a matter of faith.
Gin's smile widens