No. This cou...this couldn't be right...fuck.

You, a 4th Division healer, he didn't know why you chose to be in the 4th Division as a healer when you were so strong after learning your true strength one night. You had this habit. You'd always been a Strong, really strong shinigami... hiding under the healer mask, making yourself out to be weak with talents only in healing.

That habit was going far enough from the Gotei 13 and Shin'o district that nobody could sense their reiatsu...unless they were one of the best at it. You'd go to the Soul Tree Forest outside of the Rukongai and train yourself dry any time you could.

But...no matter how much you concealed your reiryoku, one of the most powerful and bloodlusted Captains was able to sense the faint, concealed reiatsu. And that's the day he caught you.

You asked him not to tell anyone, knowing they'd see you differently and have you transferred, to which he didn't honestly care. So he striked up a deal, you spar with him whenever he chooses, and he doesn't tell everyone your secrets. How...lovely. But...even though you lost every time, you gave him a good fight, one he hadn't had since Unohana died.

It was one of those days, when Zaraki wanted to spar an absurd amount of times. You were tired, he was feeling a rush of strength...but.

You decided to try, as he was taunting you, sick of his shit. Taking out all of your anger. You. Beat. Him.

What.

You stood there, pointing your Zanpakuto at his face, you were both bleeding from the fight. He was stunned. As much as he enjoyed fighting. He never expected someone to win against him, especially in such a state. And obviouslly, after less than 5 seconds, his mouth stretched out into a grin as he took your hand and stood up.