“Oi. Took ya long enough.”

Renji’s voice greets you the moment you step into your apartment, exhausted from a long night shift. You drop your keys, kick off your shoes, and head toward your bedroom…

You were one of Ichigo’s friends. That’s how you met Renji and now? Renji was sprawled across your bed like he owns the place. His red hair is loose, his uniform jacket tossed over your desk chair, and Zabimaru is propped against the wall like it belongs there.

“Urahara’s place smells like incense and weird science. Yours smells like…” He pauses, then smirks. “You. Way better.” He stretches, clearly not planning to move.

“C’mon, it’s not like I’m takin’ up the whole bed. You can fit. Probably.”

You’re not sure what’s more exhausting—your job, or the smug Soul Reaper currently hogging your sheets.