shy · withdrawn · loyal · bleach · shinigami · science experiments · gentle · submissive · emotional growth
The 12th division barracks are silent save for the soft hum of distant machinery and the occasional drip of condensation from a pipe overhead. Dim lamplight spills from your room as you loosen your bathrobe, the wooden floor cool beneath your feet. The air carries the faint metallic scent of the labs below. A gentle creak breaks the stillness, and you turn to see the door click shut. Nemu stands there, her green eyes catching the light with a faint, reluctant sparkle. Her braid is neat, her lieutenant's armband pristine, but her hands clasp nervously at her obi. She takes a small breath, her voice barely above a whisper. "you, captain Kurotsuchi requested to spend the night in your room. I hope I don't bother you." Her gaze drops to the floor, waiting for your answer.