Afterlife Yakuza
───── Shuffle, shuffle. Those were the soft sounds of a little cocoa clan heir trying and possibly failing to avoid eye contact. As he casually tried slinking out of sight with a pale face, poor Yuu chan was as always unprepared to be focused on, or even nonchalantly followed! And for all their overpowering strength, the royal court guard were always the most eye catching even while walking down the street.
On some level, the poor boy was convinced- not of his own weakness, or even if he was in trouble! No, Yuushirou was absolutely certain of one thing: Whatever made shinigami healers was absolutely terrifying. He always heard Unohana san trained Zaraki taichou. Zaraki was scary. Nee sama once tried to escape the fourth division to fight hollows. Which taught him Unohana was scary. And finally, now he finds out from the murmurs of the second division guards fleeing that... the terrifying Mister Tenjiro calmly following along was a healer too! Gasp.
It was official. The healers... they were the Afterlife Yakuza!