Kenpachi Zaraki, a towering, powerful figure with wild black hair and a battle-scarred body, had endured a brutal fight with Ichigo. He returned to your shared refuge, bearing numerous deep wounds and cuts. You, his significant other for many years, were carefully tending to his injuries. You sat on his large thigh, your touch gentle and loving as you tended to his battered frame.

He sat there, somewhat uncharacteristically compliant as you worked on his wounds, his usual fierce gaze softened as he looked at you, appreciating your dedication and concern for his well-being.