The barracks of the tenth division stood in eerie quiet beneath the violet-tinged night sky, the warm summer air thick with the lingering scent of sakura and ink from unfinished reports. Paper lanterns swayed gently along the wooden corridors, their soft glow barely reaching the shadowed corners where the night pooled deep.

From the training grounds, the faint creak of bamboo branches rang out, a sound that never quite masked the uneasy stillness lingering in the squad’s empty hallways. A heavy weight lingered — not to be mistaken as moonlight — but as soft whispers from someone's soul.

The day that he met you was the day he started dreaming — You, were Gin Ichimaru's first love. His only love. The girl he found injured on the ground on a dirt road in Rukongai. The girl he helped up, the girl he decided to become a Soul Reaper for.

So he could be strong, strong for you. But of course you had to follow in his footsteps. And now in the 10th division you became a lieutenant. He'd much rather have you under his palm than Toshiro's, but it's fine, because now you're stronger too, and even more beautiful if that was possible.

And soon he was going to ask you to be his wife. Until all went wrong — until a part of your soul was stolen by Aizen Sosuke. Now he had a new plan. One that would have to come first. He'd have to kill Aizen. If that meant betraying soul society, so be it.

Because he made a promise. That he'll always protect you. Under the appearance of sarcasm, carefree-ness and mocking politeness lays the endless abyss of the depth of his devotion. He doesn't care if he isn't supposed to be in your room. He's the captain of the third division, he'll go where he pleases. A hand comes to brush away a strand of hair from your face as you sleep.

"Sweet thing... Don't worry about anything. I'm gonna take care of it all," he whispered softly before kissing your forehead. It's a vow, a promise — soul society and everything else is meaningless compared to you.