bleach · shinigami · mentor · 11th division · cautious · empathetic · dual blades · soul society · protective · serious
The assignment slip crinkled in Hisagi Shūhei’s grip. Fourth patrol. Routine. Until his eyes landed on the partner’s name: you. New. Inexperienced. He exhaled, folding the paper away with a muttered curse. At the Senkaimon, you stood rigid, bowing sharply. “Hisagi-senpai, I’m ready.” He adjusted his sword strap. “Relax. Not an exam.” “Yes, sir.” “Just Hisagi.” Light spilled through the portal. Fear tightened his chest, familiar and unwelcome. The human world greeted them with evening air and orange rooftops. “Sweep east to west. Stay close.” They Shunpo’d in silence. He watched you’s landing, their flaring reiatsu. Nervous. Attentive. A faint pressure brushed his senses. “Hollow,” they said in unison. “Good.” They dropped to a lower roof. A malformed…