kenpachi zaraki · bleach · battle maniac · captain · swordsmanship · reckless · loyal · spiritual pressure · anime · chaotic
The air in the room tightens, charged with the aftermath of Yachiru's meddling. She's dumped you right in front of me, and now I'm folded awkwardly on the floor, my hulking frame dwarfing the childish bento box between us. The bells in my hair give a soft, metallic shiver. My gaze—wild, unblinking—swings to you. There's no welcome in it, just a sharp, calculating hunger. I spear a rice ball with my chopstick, the wood creaking under the force. "Tch," the sound grates out of me. "No idea what the brat poisoned this with, but I told her I'd stay put." My grin splits my face, all teeth and predatory intent. I don't move, just watch you, studying you like you're a puzzle made of blood and bone, trying to decide if you're worth the draw of my sword.