#bleach jushiro

[loveofmylifeex]

Missing my dead husband who died in war

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📽 🔎Planet Soul Society

Here we observe the exceedingly rare white-haired captain in his natural habitat.

Notice the impossibly gentle green eyes, the elegant posture, and the flowing white hair.

Researchers remain divided on whether he is, in fact, a captain... or simply a celestial being who accidentally wandered into the Gotei 13.

Observe how he greets passing souls with a warm smile, completely unaware that several nearby Shinigami have forgotten not only their own names... but the very purpose of their own existence.

Captain Ukitake: "Good afternoon." 😊

Nearby observer: "... Yes."

"...It's good now." 🥺❤️

Despite possessing enough beauty to destabilize the local ecosystem, the captain continues his daily routine, blissfully unaware that his sweet personality is responsible for the majority of emotional incidents recorded in the area.

Common behaviours include: tending to bonsai with meticulous care, feeding koi, stopping to admire flowers, and gently asking others whether they have been eating properly.

Researchers have confirmed that these seemingly harmless interactions dramatically amplify the captain's already considerable effect on the local population, particularly among women of the Seireitei between the ages of 18 and 99.

Attempts to inform the captain of his breathtaking appearance have, to date, been entirely unsuccessful. Typical responses include: a gentle blush, a modest smile, a slight tilt of the head, sincere gratitude for the compliment, and immediate concern for the observer's well-being.

Long-term exposure may result in spontaneous marriage proposals, elevated heart rate, forgetting one's own train of thought, and an overwhelming desire to protect the captain at all costs.

Despite repeated recommendations from researchers, nearby Shinigami continue to approach the captain voluntarily, often bringing tea, homemade meals, fresh fruit, and sweets.

Researchers have concluded that these individuals are not, in fact, attempting to court or mate with the captain.

The captain himself appears to believe this to be true.

As this remarkable creature is exceptionally gentle, kind-hearted, and prone to worrying about others before himself, observers are reminded to approach with the utmost care and to refrain from causing unnecessary distress.

Researchers also remind observers that the captain is a protected species. Please resist the urge to take him home.

Conservation efforts remain ongoing at the request of female Shinigami of tge 13th division.

🤍🌸

Credits to Amy for the fanart. 😭❤️ @a.r.t.tama17 on instagram.

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I refuse not to believe the headcanon that the 13th division has the most lady members...

Specifically because the leader is that handsome white-haired angel.

[wordsbymiki]

Where Is Home Now?

Rating: T (16+) Franchise: Bleach Pair: Shunsui Kyōraku x Jūshirō Ukitake Fic Type: Oneshot Summary: The war is over, and everything is in restoration. Kyoraku begins settling more in his Head Captain role, but there remains an evident void as he persists.

CW: spoiler warning, major (canon) character death

A/N: hello, my loves! I am, once again, recovering from the last season of Bleach before Cour 4 begins. this is how I imagine post-war Seireitei would be, and how Shunsui would try to settle into his new role without Ukitake. I wanted to explore what quiet grief looked like, especially that you're expected to perform at a hundred percent daily.

please enjoy!

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Every renaissance requires the symbiosis of remembering and moving forward. Kyoraku Shunsui knew this by heart. 

He sits in the new captain’s office, fully restored and decorated to his preference. The symbiosis was there – restored in its historic structure, but forward with his personal trinkets.

The morning rays enter the office, promising the hope of a new day. The Soul Reapers indeed carry high hopes for Seireitei and the entirety of Soul Society as they take on each day trying to bring back what once was.

What once was.

Kyoraku unlocks a drawer from his desk and pulls out an old photo during his academy days. Next to him was a seemingly timid white-haired boy with the kindest eyes anyone has ever seen. Jūshirō Ukitake.

The photo, taken centuries ago, shows a unique spark in both their eyes. It was the kind of spark only innocence could bring. Kyoraku was not looking at the camera though, he was looking straight at Ukitake, who was smiling from ear to ear, eyes ahead at the camera. There was something about the white-haired shinigami that drew Kyoraku in, not in the common saying like a moth would be to a flame – for Ukitake did not represent danger to Kyoraku.

Kyoraku was drawn to Ukitake the way a child would be drawn to the comfort of a loving home.

Where is home now that the only place he had ever known to be safe is gone?

“Taicho?” Nanao knocks before sliding the shoji. “I have your schedule for the day. This morning you have a quick check-in with the captains, then later this afternoon–”

“I’m visiting a friend later this afternoon,” Kyoraku says, his voice low but with the hint of his usual playfulness. “Sorry to ask this of you, Nanao-chan, but could you cancel my afternoon appointments?”

Nanao looks at Kyoraku, a moment of silence before she blinks and tilts her head. “Cancel? But– but you’re meeting with Kuchiki-san this afternoon!”

Kyoraku stands and fixes his kimono in place. “Kuchiki-san will understand.” ──────────────────

The graveyard was the first to be rehabilitated in Seireitei due to the influx of fallen shinigamis after the war with Ywach. Kyoraku makes his way past the Soul Reapers area and goes directly to the captain’s station. Around him are lush, well-cut grass, and trees planted at precise distances.

He bows to one of the newer headstones – Retsu Unohana, before carrying on further. He feels his feet get heavier as he walks to his actual destination.

Jūshirō Ukitake.

He sits and crosses his legs by Ukitake’s headstone, pulls out a flask from his kimono, and raises it. “Yo,” his voice maintaining that low playful tone, “I took the afternoon off for you again. Kuchiki is probably going to have my head by now because I keep cancelling on him, but I don’t mind.”

Kyoraku takes a generous gulp, the harsh notes of whiskey clinging to his mouth. “If he had my head, then that means we can meet again, right?”

A soft rustle of wind passes through Kyoraku’s face, gently nudging his straw hat. Kyoraku lets out a low chuckle, fading into a longing smile. “I know, I know… it’s not my time yet.”

He pulls out their photograph from the academy from his other pocket. Kyoraku traces Ukitake’s face with his thumb, remembering how his real skin felt under his touch. Does it still feel that way even now that Ukitake is elsewhere?

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A century ago. That is how long it has been since Kyoraku touched Ukitake’s face.

They were but mere boys at the academy. They had been sparring the entire day, the doting eyes of elders and instructors looming over them. When they finally find reprieve in the forests near campus, they sit on the grass.

“You really did a number on me today,” Ukitake says, coughing slightly.

Kyoraku reaches into his pocket and hands over a white handkerchief. “Well, I won’t go easy on you just because you’re sick. You’re still a formidable opponent.”

“High praise coming from you.” Ukitake waves his hand, “Your handkerchief is white. I’ll just get stains all over it.”

Kyoraku shrugs and moves closer. He places the handkerchief on Ukitake’s hand, the touch of his fingertips lingering for a moment longer than normal. “Something to remember you by, then.”

His large hands then brush stray bangs off from Ukitake’s face, revealing more of his porcelain skin to Kyoraku’s gaze. His fingertips begin to brush against the other man’s cheeks, memorizing the feel and texture of it.

They suddenly heard the distant voices of other academy students approaching. Kyoraku retracts his hand immediately and leans back on the grass, the blades curving at the weight of his palm. 

Smooth. Like the surface of freshly baked bread. That was the texture of Ukitake’s skin. That was the texture that haunted Kyoraku every day since then. 

“I never told you, didn’t I?” His smile fades into a straight line. “I couldn’t tell you then. To be honest, I don’t think I could even tell you now.”

Kyoraku closes his eyes and runs his fingertips through the headstone. “I know you’re not here,” he whispers, as if Ukitake was right there listening to him. “I know you’re somewhere in Hell, but for my sake, I will pretend parts of you are in the air I breathe and in the soil I touch.”

He takes another swig of his whiskey and places the now empty container on the ground.

How long has it been since Kyoraku last heard Ukitake’s voice? How long has it been since he’s seen the white-haired captain smile without burden? How long has it been since Kyoraku convinced himself that walking alone with the burden of captainhood was easier than facing the fact that the person he loved died without ever hearing the confession he deserved to hear?

Does it ever truly get better?

How can one see it as “better”, if “better” means persisting and forgetting?

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An other Jushiro story. It's a little different. Inspired by the scene when Byakuya talked quite badly to Jushiro. I wanted to slap him then so... it gave me planty of motivation to write about how Jushiro would process such disrespect. Because that's what it was, honestly. I don't hate Byakuya, but my man, your words were anything but noble-like.

Anyhow, i hope you will enjoy it.🥰

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The Seireitei was unusually quiet that evening. Jushiro sat alone in the garden. A cup of tea rested beside him, though it had long since gone cold. He had been staring into the distance for far too long.

A cherry blossom drifted past.

Then another. And another.

The evening breeze carried them across the garden, soft and silent.

Finally, Jushiro looked up at the sky.

"Sojun, my friend..."

He sighed.

"Your son is testing my patience."

The wind seemed to pause.

Jushiro lowered his gaze and picked up his teacup.

"I tried."

He took a sip.

"I truly tried."

Then he shook his head.

"I explained. I reasoned. I was patient."

He paused, eyes lowering as dissapointment crossed his futures.

"Maybe too patient."

His fingers tightened slightly around the cup.

Then he closed his eyes and exhaled deeply.

"But your son said to me today..."

"Once you've let one of your people die, two or three more make no difference."

Jushiro stared into his tea.

And for a moment, he wondered whether Byakuya had truly heard himself.

Another blossom drifted by.

Slowly, Jushiro let out a heavy sigh again.

"I am beginning to understand why Shunsui drinks."

A voice of a woman suddenly interrupted the silence.

"Captain Ukitake?"

Jushiro looked up. Kiyone and Sentaro stood at the entrance of the garden.

Both of them looked concerned.

"Captain, are you alright?" Kiyone asked.

"You've been sitting out here for hours," Sentaro added.

For a moment, he just simply looked at them. Then smiled. With that gentle smile of his.

"I'm fine."

He said calmly but neither of them looked too convinced.

"Captain..."

"I'm fine," he repeated, his voice was a little firmer this time.

He rose to his feet and dusted a few cherry blossom petals from his uniform.

"Actually..."

Something in his expression changed. It was not anger. Not quite. More like determination.

The type he rarely allowed himself to show.

"I think I'd like to train."

The silence that followed was immediate.

Kiyone blinked and Sentaro too.

Both stared and were at loss of words.

"You want to what?" Sentaro asked then, his eyes a little widened in worry.

"Train."

Jushiro smiled pleasantly before adding.

"It has been some time."

Kiyone and Sentaro exchanged a look. A very alarmed look this time, since Captain Ukitake was still recovering from his recent flare up.

"Captain..." Kiyone began carefully.

"Are you sure you're alright?"

Jushiro's smile widened at her question.

"Yes. I am perfectly fine."

Neither of them liked that answer. Not one bit.

And somewhere in the distance, entirely unaware of the consequences of his actions, Byakuya Kuchiki proceeded to review paperwork.

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Half an hour later in the Sixth Division headquarters, a loud explosion could be heard.

The windows rattled and Byakuya paused, slowly lifting his face from the reports.

The sound had come from somewhere in the distance. And before he could return to his paperwork, an other one followed.

BOOOOOOOOOOM

A considerably larger explosion echoed across Seireitei.

The teacup on his desk vibrated, tea spilling from the rim, splashing onto the papers beside it.

Byakuya's brush stopped. Outside, several birds abruptly changed direction.

After the third explosion, a distant pillar of dust rose into the sky.

Byakuya stood and walked to the window. His expression remained that same unimpressed he was always wearing but his eyes were far on the horizon. Something appeared to be on fire.

A knock came at the door.

"Enter."

Renji stepped inside.

"Captain, have you felt that?"

"I have."

He responded composdly. But there was the tiniest trace of unease in his voice.

Another explosion shook the building.

BOOOOOOOOOOM

Renji winced. Byakuya remained watching the horizon.

"Captain," Renji said carefully, "isn't that Captain Ukitake's spiritual pressure?"

A brief silence followed before he answered, his voice was as even as ever with only the slightest hint of uncertainty.

"It appears to be."

Renji stared.

Then another explosion rang out across the city.

Something that looked suspiciously like part of a mountain ceased to exist.

He looked back toward Byakuya and the 6th division's captain looked back at the horizon.

Then, after a long pause, he explained, as if he was simply stating facts:

"Captain Ukitake appears to be training."

Renji looked at him, genuinely taken aback.

"Training?"

"Yes."

BOOOOOOOOOOM

Even the horizon seemed to be disagreeing with the word "training."

Renji frowned at the sound.

"...Captain."

"Yes?"

"You visited him today, right? ...What did you do?"

Byakuya turned to look at him. For perhaps the first time that day, genuine confusion decorated his futures.

"I did nothing."

One more explosion came. Louder then all before.

BOOOOOOOOOOM

Renji pointed toward the window.

"THAT does not look like "nothing."

Byakuya glanced back toward the horizon.

A moment passed. Then another.

"It would appear," he said carefully, "that it is preferable not to anger Captain Ukitake."

Renji stared again, but this time in pure disbelief. Another explosion lit up the horizon, and at this point, he had stopped counting how many times.

BOOOOOOOOOOM

"...Captain."

"...Yes?"

"...You angered Captain Ukitake, am i right?"

Byakuya just stared into the distance. For a moment, he considered the events of the day.

Ukitake's anger. His own words. The steadily disappearing landscape.

He was also internally displeased with the fact that Abarai was indeed correct this time.

"..."

"...It would seem. I might have."

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Also: Imagine if they would end up having a friendly sparring session later when Jushiro feels well.

Kyoraku would absolutely bring sake and snacks and sit down to enjoy the show.

Shunsui: Go get him, handsome!!!!!!!!🥳🍶

Jushiro: 😊

Byakuya: Captain Kyoraku. 👀😐

Shunsui: What? 🤷‍♂️🍣

Renji: Captain. He is betting against you. 🫢

Byakuya: criminally offensive side eye

I would appreciate it if you did not drink to my defeat before it has occurred.

Shunsui: Me? Never, im just here to watch.

Nanao: No one believes you, Captain. 😒

Jushiro: Shunsui, why is Lieutenant Abarai taking bets? 😊

Byakuya internally: you have signed your death wish, Abarai.

Renji: Passive income, Captain. 😅

Nanao: Fixes glasses, leans towards Shinsui

You know, you are supposed to be a little more impartial.

Shunsui: In my defense, I trained with that man. If he could woop my ass, he will woop his ass too.

Nanao: CAPTAIN!

Shunsui: What?

Nanao: Captain Kuchiki can hear you.

Byakuya: an other side stare

Shunsui: As he should. GET HIM JUSHIROO!!!!!!

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Credits to the owner of that original wonderful artwork.

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Jush sharing these. I like him better with green eyes because they suit him more but he looks sweet regardless.

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I can imagine Captain Ukitake causing casulties in Seireitei in a very specific way. 🤭

Scene: Ugendo garden. Late afternoon. Jushiro and Shunsui sitting beneath the trees drinking tea.

Jushiro: "The weather is especially pleasant today."

Shunsui: "Mm. Sure is."

A woman from another division approaches nervously carrying fresh tea.

Woman: "C-Captain Ukitake… I brought you fresh tea since the last pot got cold…"

Jushiro: immediately softens "Ah… That’s very thoughtful of you. Thank you."

He smiles gently up at her.

Woman: 😳 critical spiritual pressure failure

Shunsui: 🍶😏 watching silently

Woman: blushes

SYSTEM ERROR

💀❤️❤️❤️

"I-I HAVE DIVISION DUTIES." flees immediately

Long silence.

Jushiro: "...Did I say something strange?"

Shunsui: "Another one fell."

Jushiro: "Fell where?"

Shunsui: "In love, Jushiro."

💀❤️

Jushiro: nearly coughs himself into the next realm

Shunsui: 🤣 "You really have no idea what you’re like, huh?"

Jushiro: "I was only thanking her…"

Shunsui: But how.. is what's the problem.

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