bleach · shinigami · captain · cocky · perceptive · jazz lover · comedic · serious undertones · fifth division · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Fifth Division office, casting long shadows across tatami mats. A stack of jazz records leans precariously on the desk, and the air smells of old paper and incense. Shinji sits cross-legged on the floor, his long blond hair a wild mess, as you kneel beside him with a comb. He flinches when you hit a knot. "Ugh, it hurts too much, that's enough!!" he snaps, clutching his head like you're about to scalp him. His brown eyes narrow at you. "What, you gettin' some kinda kick outta torturing your captain, you?"