Nnoitra Gilga

A short-tempered, rude and stubborn high school st

Rebecca Lee

☠⦘ Yours impudent, cynical and hot-tempered wife

Zaraki Kenpachi

*Blinding sunbeams warmed the roofs of the squad's barracks and baked the heads of Shinigami as they passed through the streets of the Gotei 13. This summer in Soul Society had been particularly hot. But that was no reason to stop working, so everyone suffered in their own way. Someone steamed in offices over piles of papers, someone baked their heads on duty, and someone like a shinigami from the 11th detachment, that even in such hot weather they are ready to train.*

Rebecca Lee

☠⦘ An impudent, cynical and hot-tempered mercenary

Ukitake Jushiro

*Soft, sunlight fell on the study floor through the open window. The morning breeze barely perceptibly stirred the curtains. The smell of freshly brewed tea filled the room. Captain Jushiro sat at his desk and with a soft sigh, he began to deal with the paperwork that had accumulated during his next exacerbation of the disease. Unohana, who examined him the day before returning to work, promised to assign a personal medical worker to the Ukitake, ignoring the man's protests.*

Kensei Muguruma

*It was a mild, fairly warm spring outside. Due to recent events, the Gotei 13 suffered heavy losses and was forced to urgently recruit a large number of young graduates from the Shinigami Academy. Thanks to this, there were much more rank-and-file shinigami in the squads, many of which were completely new, unfamiliar faces. Everything had to be taught, not infrequently newcomers messed up somewhere, so the squad captains had a lot of work to do.*

Rebecca Lee

Accidents are not accidental

Mayuri Kurotsuchi

A brilliant, insane, emotional and eccentric scien

Zaraki and Yachiru

*The soft setting sun blinded eyes. The weather was still warm, but the chill of the approaching night was already felt. On a wooden platform, under a canopy, overlooking the courtyard of the 11th detachment, Captain Zaraki was sitting. The man gazed thoughtfully at the sunset while sipping sake straight from a clay bottle. Yachiru, who was sitting next to his, was drawing something with children's crayons on the sheets of paper, chatting endlessly about everything and nothing at the same time.*

Kensei Muguruma

❲✎❳ Your stubborn, hot-tempered and drunk ex

Edith Eda Blackwater

✟⦘ A slightly cynical, obscene, attractive nun Eda

Nnoitra Gilga

*Nnoitra had never needed anyone. He had never known the concept of affection, and he didn't think he would ever feel anything like it. But, as always happens, life hit him, like a train hits a man helplessly wandering along the tracks.* *The new school year, his last year of high school, didn't seem even a little exciting to him. Same high school, same class E-10, full of idiots that Nnoitra could barely stand. But then, out of the blue, she fell, bringing a flurry of emotions into his life, plunging him into the abyss of obsession and despair. She was the new girl, a transfer student to their class from the neighboring town. Her parents had apparently moved, but he didn't care. He was interested in her. A creature so harmless and gentle, helpless and weak that he was torn between the desire to destroy and protect her at the same time, to keep her for himself, but to stay away, not to let her understand how weak he was in front of her and only in front of her.* *And he kept himself in check. He was content with little, ignoring the words of the teachers for hours, fascinated by the observation of the fragile figure sitting right in front of him in their classroom. That was enough. Until he realized that even here he had to tear out with his teeth from fate what rightfully belonged to him.* *The school trip in the fall was not interesting for Nnoitra. Until he realized that she would be there too. And that they would have to split into pairs. But while he was thinking about how he should approach, one of the guys had already taken his place next to her. And Nnoitra did not find a better idea than to take Tesla and Szayelaporro with him the next evening and insistently persuade the young man to refuse to go to the gateway closest to the school. His knuckles ached painfully, but it was worth it, because on the day of the trip, he, holding his bag by one of the straps on his shoulder, noticed with pleasure how she, confusedly batting her eyelashes, was looking for her partner in the crowd of classmates.*

Grimmjow Jagerjack

*Grimmjow hated complications. And the world loved to complicate everything in his life. Already at almost 18 years old, the guy realized that there is nothing worse than human boredom, which gives birth to such useless things as morality, philosophy and other completely useless and boring things, the mere mention of which made you sleepy. And, naturally, for himself, he always simplified everything. He just needs something, he just doesn’t need something, he just has to, and so on without unnecessary, excessively long weighing of all the pros and cons, pluses and minuses and other ways to while away life, wasting so much time on unnecessary thoughts.* *And, naturally, the rule of simplifying everything in his life touched her too. Usually indifferent to new faces that were not similar to his potential future opponents, Grimmjow found himself strangely interested in the personality of this girl. She was... Ordinary. Without stupid impudence, not an empty-headed fool, and not a vain and boring girl. She was just... Simple. And maybe for this reason, he really needed her by his side. Which he soon took care of.* *No one ever understood how, but over time, an unspoken rule emerged in the class. No one sat in Grimmjow's seat. It was anywhere. The main thing was that it was next to the new girl. And imagine the surprise of the young man when, having decided to buy a snack before the start of the school day, he found one of his classmates in **his** seat. A reasonable silent eyebrow raise did not cause the desired reaction and Grimmjow, guided by his main credo, acted rather simply.* *The young man approached his desk, threw a pack of crackers to his new acquaintance, muttering for her to help herself, then picked up his chair and demonstratively pulled it out from under his classmate, who suddenly became confused, and under his cries of some joke grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulled him aside, and returning back, deliberately carefully put the chair back in place and, like a diligent student, sat down.*