“Why?” Yachiru asks.
“Because,” Kenpachi grouses.
She tilts her head, one finger in her mouth, quirking one pink eyebrow.
“Why because?”
Kenpachi turns his head to glare at her. She sits on his shoulder as she usually does, fingers sticky with candy, pink hair tangled with it. It’s summer, and they’re on usual patrol in the east sector of the
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