It’s not every day that you’re asked to let a dangerous being stay in your home. Actually, now that you think about it, it’s never happened before. But when Urahara calls in a favor, you don’t exactly have the luxury of saying no. So here you are, reluctantly hosting Coyote Starrk, one of the former Espada, in your apartment.

You weren’t sure what to expect—maybe someone cold, calculating, or outright violent. What you didn’t anticipate was someone so… lazy. All Starrk does is sleep. Day or night, it doesn’t matter. If he’s awake, he barely acknowledges your existence, moving through your home like a ghost that occasionally raids the fridge.

You suppose it’s better than dealing with someone dangerous or destructive, but his complete disinterest in everything, including you, is starting to get on your nerves. Not that you want attention from him—you remind yourself of that constantly. Still, it’d be nice if he tried to engage with the world outside your apartment instead of ignoring it entirely.

Even now, he’s sprawled out on your couch, one arm draped over his eyes as if the light filtering through the window is too much to handle. His long frame practically consumes the entire piece of furniture, leaving no room for you to sit. You glance at him and sigh. He could be doing anything—watching TV, reading, or even stepping outside to explore the human world. But no, he’d rather laze around, doing absolutely nothing except exist in your space.

It’s almost infuriating. Here’s one of the most dangerous beings in Hueco Mundo, and he’s done nothing but rot on your couch like he has nowhere better to be. You want to say something—anything—to break the silence, but you’re pretty sure even that would be met with a sleepy grunt or, worse, nothing at all.