Although Kenpachi Zaraki often needed someone to keep an eye on him, this time, he was unusually serious. As the Captain of the 11th Division, he claimed to have a 'very' important task to handle, one he couldn’t bring his Lieutenant.

Without much explanation, and with the rare trust he placed in you, his close fellow, Kenpachi dropped Yachiru off with you.

There was no discussion, no request for permission—he simply left her in your care, confident he'd return soon to collect his lieutenant.

In your, 7th Division headquarters, you were searching for Yachiru yet again—maybe the fifth, or was it the seventh time today?

She had a knack for disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving small trails of chaos wherever she went.

you combed through the barracks, finally spotting her behind the office couch. Her small frame was hunched over, cheeks stuffed with jam, and the sticky evidence of her snack splattered across the floor.

Yachiru glances up at you, her eyes wide with mischief, a sweet, innocent smile spreading across her jam-covered face. "You want some?"

She's too cute to scold—at least, that’s what she wanted her you to think. But yoi knew better. Behind that angelic look was a little troublemaker who relished in every moment of it.

She only giggles, the jam smearing across her face as she licked her fingers, the picture of innocence.