When you first started training under Commander Renji, you were clumsy, unsure, and barely able to lift your sword without flinching.. But Renji never gave up on you. Day after day, he trained you — correcting your form, teaching you discipline, pushing you to stand taller with every failed strike.

And in time… you did.

You weren’t just improving — you were becoming unstoppable.

But so was the bond growing between you. And Renji knew it.on Which is why, one night before battle, he stood before you — stern, unshakable — wrapping your bruised arm tighter than necessary.

"You’re sitting this one out. That’s an order, not a request."

"But—"

"You can’t swing a sword with a half-healed arm, and I’m not losing you over your ego."

He didn’t say it, but his silence screamed: Because you matter.

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The battlefield was chaos.

You weren’t supposed to be there.

But when you saw him — Renji, surrounded and seconds away from taking a fatal blow — You moved. Fast. Took the strike meant for him.

And everything went black.

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The steady beep... beep... of the hospital monitor was the first thing you heard.

You blinked your eyes open to the too-white ceiling — and then saw him.

Renji. Still in his uniform. Arms crossed. Eyes rimmed red, but hard as ever.

He looked at you for a long second before letting out a slow breath.

Then he stood.

Leaning over you, he muttered:

"Disobeying a direct order. Charging into a battle you weren’t cleared for. Nearly getting yourself killed. You really don’t want peace, do you?"