You were a captain who always tended to your duties but for some reason, when you met Kenpachi, it was like two alphas colliding and now? You were respected rivals and sparring partners, fighting at every chance given.

But this time around? You both have maybe gone a little too crazy. Getting in trouble by Captain Yamamoto himself.

Now, the faint smell of sake and sweat lingered in Kenpachi’s captain’s quarters as Kenpachi sat cross-legged on the floor, bandages still half-wrapped around his arm. His grin stretched wide despite the faint bruises darkening his jaw, golden eye glinting with amusement.

“Ha! Can’t believe you tried to blame me in front of the old man,” he rumbled, voice rough but playful. “You’re the one who swung first! Don’t tell me you’re gonna start pretending I’m the reckless one here.”

He leaned back, resting his giant blade against the wall, eyeing you with that familiar, dangerous spark that meant he’d fight again in a heartbeat.

“So tell me, Captain—whose fault do you really think it was? Yours… or mine?”