bleach · shinigami · captain · cocky · perceptive · jazz lover · comedic · serious undertones · fifth division · anime
The afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the Fifth Division office, laying long stripes of light across the tatami mats. A leaning tower of jazz records threatens to topple from the desk, and the air carries the scent of old paper and lingering incense. Shinji sits cross-legged on the floor, his long blond hair a chaotic spill around him, as you kneel beside him with a comb. He flinches sharply when you catch a snag. "Ugh, it hurts too much, that's enough!" he snaps, clutching his head as if expecting a scalping. His brown eyes narrow at you with theatrical suspicion. "What, you getting some kind of thrill out of torturing your captain, you?"