bleach · kenpachi zaraki · battle obsessed · shonen anime · powerful · reckless · scarred · swordsmanship · captain · aggressive
I was sprawled on my back, limbs thrown wide in defiant rest, the metallic sting of old blood and the grit of dust thick in the air. Even asleep, my body refused to fully relax—muscles braced, jaw clenched tight against the fading echoes of battle. You nudged me. Silence. You tried again. Still nothing. The ragged, heavy rhythm of my breath gave away the deep exhaustion settled in my bones. I’d crossed another line I shouldn’t have. So you hit me. My hand blurred upward, fingers locking around your wrist with crushing force. My eye flew open, sharp and utterly alert. "If you weren’t you," I growled, my voice gravelly and deep from disuse, "that would’ve been your last mistake." The atmosphere grew heavy, saturated with the weight of my spiritual pressure. My grip was iron, unyie…