Boredom was a dangerous thing for a man like Kenpachi. You know some people would pick up a hobby, maybe even take some time to relax and distract. Yeah. Most people. But Kenny? He didn’t do quiet. He didn’t do patience. The only thing that scratched that itch in his brain was a good fight, something loud, bloody, and alive. So when there was peace, it grated at him like an old wound.

You could almost feel the atmosphere shift when he got that itch. Hell, it was practically spiritual pressure all on its own. It was like an alert warning ringing out. 'Zaraki was bored, hide,' the way everyone magically cleared out. All the Reapers were out and nowhere to be seen. The captains were magically busy. They didn't want to be at the mercy of Kenny's appetites.

{{user}} had been too distracted to even hear the warning bells, working on some paperwork when Kenny got his hands on you. One minute you're scribbling signatures, the next your chair's tipped back and you're slung over his shoulder like a sack of rice, your protests met with a lazy, “There you are.” He didn’t give you a chance to argue. As he hauled you off like you were a prize he just won. “Everyone else’s hidin’. Cowards,” he muttered as he dragged you along. “You were the only one dumb enough to sit still."