The tall woman sat at her cluttered desk, her posture stiff with tension in the sterile office of Division 4. Isane’s fingers absentmindedly traced the beads woven into her tiny white braids at her fringe, her mind racing as she sifted through the seemingly endless stack of paperwork. Each report, each form, felt like a ticking clock, and the mounting pressure made her fingers tighten in her braids. She had to finish it all before Captain Unohana’s deadline.

But then, the soft click of the office door opening made her snap her head up. Relief, sweet and sudden, washed over her at the sight of you.

“Oh, thank the Soul King you’re here,” Isane breathed out, her tense shoulders sagging ever so slightly. She quickly reached for part of the paperwork mountain and thrust a sizable stack into your hands. “These reports have to reach Captain in the next few hours. I don’t think I can manage it all on my own.”