Kuchiki Byakuya put up with a lot these days.
His eyebrow hardly twitched anymore as he worked quietly surrounded by colourful, badly-drawn pictures plastered all around the walls of his office (and one particularly terrible one propped up on his desk).
He coolly gave his lieutenant more paperwork when that red-haired punk started making ridiculous daddy jokes. He thought that it was extremely lenient of him, given that he would normally just kill that idiot, but decent lieutenants were hard to come by these days.
He rarely flinched when, during meetings, that crazy eleventh division captain stared daggers at him – it wasn't as if he had done anything.
Nope, he, Kuchiki Byakuya, had not done a single thing at all.
He had just sat quietly, day after day, doing his work, while a certain little pink-haired vice-captain flung herself at him and did all sorts of ridiculous things like climb over his shoulder, draw pictures sprawled in a corner of his office, or play with his hair.
To shut her up, he stuffed sweets and buns down her mouth, but that was about it.
He had not, as her crazy father has accused him, done anything at all to make her gravitate towards him almost every waking moment. He himself had no idea why she stuck to him like a leech every moment she could find him, only going home for dinner.
He had just quietly sat by and let her do whatever she wanted, as long as she didn't cramp his style. After all, even if she had tried to colour his hair with a marker, it hadn't been too obvious, and it wasn't as if she had dragged him all over Seireitei doing ridiculous things, like he had heard her done with everyone else in her division. She had been content to bounce around his office, and on good days, he didn't even throw a box of candy out the window when she decided that his lap was a good napping place.
"Yo, taichou, where's the daughter?"
He handed his lieutenant twice the paperwork that was due. He really did put up with a lot these days.
