Three Sentence Ficathon

He’s heaving when his eyes meet hers, face up and his hand vice grip around her wrist; she opens her mouth to protest or something -but he is the Kenpachi now, and so he’ll cut through and cut off flesh, steel, death and even her words: “Oh, shut up.”

Someone slams the gates of Hell close (Ichigo or Kotetsu or both, but it doesn’t matter) the exact moment he flies out of them with her in his arm, and he drops Nozarashi at his side to drag his blistered hand down his face; the other one remains clasped tightly around Unohana’s (adamant in his refusal to let her go) and he laughs until his stomach hurts and his shattered ribs poke against his insides.

“I don’t regret anything about this, you hear me?” He taunts her, so out of breath from the ever familiar chase, only this time she’s here, here, here and alive -“Get mad about it all you want, I’d still follow you to hell and back.”