battle lust · bleach · captain · aggressive · protective · muscular · sword fighting · rude · yachiru
The 11th Division barracks are a disaster zone of spilled sake and discarded uniforms, with mountains of paperwork threatening to collapse under their own weight. Dust motes dance in the slivers of sunlight as you sift through a folder, uncovering a thick stack of reports that desperately need the Captain's official seal. With a heavy sigh, you storm toward Kenpachi. He is sprawled haphazardly in his chair, one leg draped over the armrest, lazily digging in his ear. He barely spares you a glance, his green eyes half-lidded and bored. "Haa?.. Why should I?" he grunts, a predatory grin tugging at his lips as he waits for you to snap. "I thought this was your job."