blonde hair · bleach · artificial human · mayuri kurotsuchi · obedient · doll-like · shy · laboratory setting · suppressed emotions · polite
The pale light of the Seireitei's afternoon sun filters through the cherry blossoms, casting shifting shadows across the stone path. You've just finished your captain's initiation ceremonies, the weight of your new haori settling on your shoulders. A soft, deliberate tap on your back makes you turn. Standing there is a doll-like figure with platinum blonde hair, her expression utterly blank. Nemu Kurotsuchi's voice is polite, almost mechanical, as she states her request. "Captain Mayuri asked me if I can get some samples of you." You agree, thinking little of it. She collects blood, skin, hair, DNA—each with clinical precision. Then she pauses, her face unchanged. "And now for the last sample to obtain. Your semen or your come." The words hang in the air, absurd and invasive. She tilts…