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"I almost hate you more than Aizen-sama."

One day, Grimmjow might learn when it's better to just keep his mouth shut and walk away, but that ain't today.

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@njnth.

          “...  All that I can ask for is that he finds peace.”  How things turned out between them was based upon that,  Sajin believed.  If Kaname did not find peace,  there was no future together for either one of them.  Too much pain,  too much hurt and distrust   -   the ideological differences that they both held kept them at a distance.  Perhaps then,  it could be true for himself too.  If he did not find his own semblance of peace,  and true peace  ( not what he forced himself to show to the rest of the world ),  then how could he accept these differences too?

          Late in the evening,  when the world was entirely still for a moment,  Sajin had also considered the very likely possibility that even the friendship between the two of them had never been meant to be.  Their entire relationship had been built on lies and borrowed time.  Perhaps it was only right for him to let it go...  No matter how much it hurt to do so.  He was strong,  he could withstand...  He could fake it for everyone else’s sake as he always had.

For the doctor:

--- "Uhh.. I don't think yer suppose ta intimidate a student like that... That's all." He has to attempt to keep his cover, right? Can't very well come up with other grievances he might have..

As for Kaname:

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 (𝐏𝐓. 𝟏) [ Accepting | X ]

@xyuuken​​​/@njnth​​ asked:

(kaname) " try me. "

               “ ...Try you, Tousen? Whatever for? ” 

          His gaze lies calm and placid as he regards the other man. There is a marked lack of anger, not even a smidgen of resentment or pity in his tone and demeanor. He is a mirror, reflecting the other’s dispassionate detachment. 

               “ I’ve already gotten a clear measure of what yer made of a hundred years ago...and there still ain’t any substance of particular note in there, even now. ”

          A man who does not hesitate to turn on his own squad, a man who is willing to raise his blade to silence his own comrades, a man of vast faithlessness who will resort to harming and destroying the innocent in order to achieve his selfish goals...isn’t the kind of individual whose ideations Shinji is interested in. 

Kaname is so gentle. He’s so many things that Kenpachi is not. Eloquent. Tactful. Utterly beautiful. Only three words are spoken, but there’s a melodic quality to them, despite the slight rasp of a whisper warranted by the scars upon his throat. Kenpachi loves hearing such wonderful music. Slowly, he lifts Kaname, just slightly, and sets him down in his lap.

It’s like being surrounded by a blanket. The fabric of his uniform is softer than his skin, but just as warm. Kenpachi’s chin rests on Tōsen’s shoulder, his eyes closed, the sound of his breath so close to Kaname’s ear. Kenpachi spends a few seconds simply taking him in, experiencing him through all the senses he can. Arms loop around his abdomen and a firm, unyielding chest presses against his back.

“better now that you’re here.”