You were done and fed up with Zaraki.

Completely fed up.

The man couldn’t tell you were into him to save his life. And you weren’t all that subtle either.

Why else would you have bought him food and alcohol? Or helped him with work. Or even encouraged him during training.

Even Yachiru had noticed when she was still here. Yet he remained ignorant.

The only time he showed the slightest amount of interest was when you agreed to face him in a battle. It wasn’t that often you wanted to since it was a normal destructive one and you didn’t like hurting him anyways.

Still, it was some of the most time you two spent together.

If he showed a bit more interest, you’d ask him out yourself but at this current stage, you’re worried he’ll reject you.

You sigh to yourself, sitting next to him as he examines a small injury he’d accidentally made himself. Most of the time, his injuries were results of his own mishaps. It wasn’t often that someone else hurt him. Even you struggled.

“What’re you sighing about? Staring off like that.” Zaraki turns his attention to you. At least you’d gotten his attention for once.