Shinigami: Medicine Can't Save The Soul Reaper Society

If simply wearing the medical uniform specially tailored for Unohana had already made Makoto feel socially mortified, then being asked to pose in the stances depicted in those illustrations...

Makoto knew very well that if Unohana did those poses, it might be borderline inappropriate. But if he were to do them, it would definitely cross into madness.

'Sensei, if you weren't this devious, we could still maintain a pure teacher-student relationship...'

Makoto lamented internally, hoping to see a hint of jest on Unohana's face.

However, the gentle smile in her eyes seemed to hint at nothing but her intent to thoroughly "break" him.

In the next instant, Makoto vanished from his spot and dashed towards the office door, intending to escape.

Just as his hand was about to touch the doorknob, Unohana's elegant figure appeared directly in front of him, mere inches away.

"Trying to run, Makoto?"

Her soft, graceful voice rang out. She was ready to give her increasingly unruly disciple a stern lesson but had evidently overlooked one thing—

At such close proximity, not every Shinigami could stop their momentum in time.

"Bam!"

The next moment, Makoto collided squarely with Unohana, the force of impact causing both of them to tumble through the door and roll down the hallway.

They rolled several times before finally coming to a halt, sprawled on the ground.

The commotion from the Vice-captain's office instantly drew the attention of nearby Fourth Division members, who rushed over to check on Makoto.

"What was that noise?"

"The sound came from Vice-Captain Senju's office. Hurry, could it be another attack?"

"Damn it, we can't let Vice-Captain Senju get hurt again..."

Amidst the sound of hurried footsteps and anxious chatter, Unohana, pinned beneath Makoto, shot him a murderous glare. Her gaze seemed to say she wanted to tear him apart.

Makoto was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected the situation to escalate like this and hurriedly tried to explain:

"S-Sensei, I didn't mean to—I..."

"Still not getting up?"

Unohana's voice was sharp and urgent.

Although Makoto's office was in a relatively secluded area, it wasn't far from other Fourth Division members. The approaching footsteps made it clear they would arrive any second.

If the other members saw their captain and Vice-captain rolling around on the floor in broad daylight, how could Unohana maintain her dignity?

No, in such a situation—any witness must be silenced!

Seeing the barely restrained fury in Unohana's eyes, Makoto instinctively leaped to his feet.

As soon as he let go, Unohana disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, a group of Fourth Division Shinigami arrived, zanpakutōs in hand, looking around cautiously as they voiced their concerns.

"Vice-Captain Senju, are you all right?"

"We heard a commotion just now. Was it an enemy?"

...

After experiencing the Hollowfication incident, the Fourth Division had seemingly returned to normal. However, certain traumas lingered.

Naturally, Makoto didn't dare reveal that the noise was the result of colliding with Captain Unohana. Instead, he claimed it was an accident during a Kidō experiment.

Once the Shinigami were reassured and returned to their duties, Makoto asked Isane to prepare tools for repairing the broken door himself.

This time, Makoto resolved to install a lock on his office door to prevent such incidents from happening again.

But when he returned to his office, he noticed something unsettling—Unohana had taken the illustration book with her.

This meant she hadn't given up on her plan for "settling scores later."

'No, based on her parting glance, is she actually planning to kill me?'

A shiver ran down Makoto's spine. He decided it would be best to avoid returning to Unohana's quarters for the time being.

'That's right. I, Senju Makoto, am a man of principle and dignity. Until Unohana-sensei completely forgives me, I absolutely won't return to her quarters. Even if I starve, freeze, or fall ill in the Seireitei, I will never set foot there again!'

...

That night.

"So, why has Makoto-kun decided to seek lodging with the Kuchiki clan recently?" Byakuya asked, his tone tinged with confusion as he looked at Makoto.

Pushing up his glasses with a gentle, refined demeanor, Makoto seemed nothing like his disheveled self from earlier in the day. He calmly explained:

"Today, I was awarded the status of a mid-tier noble during the captains' meeting. However, as you know, Byakuya, I hail from the Rukongai. To avoid embarrassment in critical moments..."

"I've decided to study noble manners, etiquette, and lifestyle by observing the exemplary Kuchiki family for a while."

It was a flawless explanation that subtly praised the Kuchiki clan, leaving Byakuya highly satisfied.

Nodding, Byakuya replied, "I see. Since Makoto wishes to learn, you are welcome to stay. I'll arrange tutors for noble etiquette, culture, and more."

"There's no need to trouble you with tutors, Byakuya. However, regarding my temporary stay, should we inform Captain Ginrei and Vice-Captain Sojun directly?"

Under the cherry blossom tree in the Kuchiki estate, Byakuya pondered as he and Makoto played a game of Go.

"No need. Makoto is a friend and honored guest of the Kuchiki family. Your stay here is our privilege."

"That's right, Byakuya is absolutely correct..."

A cheerful voice interrupted their conversation.

Makoto looked up to see a young man wearing the Kuchiki clan's Kenseikan and dressed in a Shinigami uniform. Unlike Byakuya's silver-patterned scarf, this youth wore a red one.

The young man approached Makoto and bowed slightly.

"Nice to meet you, Makoto-kun. I am Kuchiki Koga."

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