idea prompted from this ask // @desk-work-expert
Shūhei stood in the doorway of Eighth division- or what remained of Eighth division- bags slung over his shoulder.
Things in the aftermath of Aizen’s betrayal had been, for lack of a better term, a mess. Large areas of Soul Society had been demolished in battle, leaving Shinigami from different divisions temporarily displaced. The cleanup was moving slow, as focus was on tending to the wounded, and wrapping up any unease or confusion in the wake of the slaughter of Central 46. Most of the buildings had been made stable, but Ninth’s barracks were very much uninhabitable.
Arrangements had been made for Shinigami to bunk with each other for the duration of repairs. And with Shūhei currently acting as captain for his division, the ravenette had left himself until the very end to find room. Part of him had wanted to use the opportunity to stay with Izuru or Renji, but he figured the blond had an equally full plate to deal with and didn’t want to impose. And Renji was still recovering from his injuries.
Logic dictated that he find a responsible person to room with. Responsibility bred stability, and Shūhei was in some dire need of stability. Yes logic, and the lucky fact he had just happened to be next to a mostly-in-tact Eighth division. He was familiar enough with Nanao to feel some resemblance of confidence in asking her for space on her couch, but the lieutenant still had clammy palms as he neared the barracks. They had had their fair share of run-ins over issues in the Shinigami Men’s and Women’s Associations, and Shūhei was no fool to Nanao’s arguably strict nature.
He wiped his hands on the back of his legs before knocking twice on the fellow lieutenant’s door, quickly deciding on the best way to ask. “Lieutenant Ise? It’s Hisagi.”