Having awoken at the crack of dawn, Yachiru showered, dressed, and was currently nose deep in a novel. She sipped her morning tea, occasionally turning pages.
❝Good morning, dear.❞ she greeted, eyes shifting from the pages to her beloved brute. ❝There’s fresh coffee for you in the kitchen.❞
Y҉A͟C͟H͟I͟R͟U͟ ༊*·˚ ࿐
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Yawns ❗️— Zaraki rolls and surprisingly doesn’t crush anyone underneath him. Stretching, he finds himself showering and brushing his teeth, putting on some house clothes and peeking into the living room to see if @firstkenpachi.bsky.social was there.
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