The young brunet’s shoulders hunched defensively as he tried not to shake or attempt to hide under the covers of his futon at the very thought. “I… I think I should be ready.” He was already shaking off the dregs of the nightmare, focusing as best that he could on who and what he was. He was the lieutenant of the fifth division and a strong shinigami. No one knew what his Zanpakuto did, and there were perhaps a handful of people who had the strength to stand against him, had he a mind to be difficult.
Hirako was right. No matter what happened they had… He had to do this. No matter who had turned him into a child or why they had done so, he had to continue on as normally as he could whilst under this curse.
The boy looked so miserable and scared huddled up on his futon that for a short moment, Shinji really felt sorry for him. But his pity was not going to do a thing to help Sousuke at all, not to mention he also doubted that the youth would appreciate it, so he simply turned wordlessly and started to get ready for the new day.
Picking up his uniform, he went to the back of the privacy screen at the corner of the room and proceeded to change out of his night clothes and into the standard black shihakusho. He was tying the last knot to secure his hakama himo when he emerged, and then he allowed his young Lieutenant to have his turn. Picking up a brush and running it briefly through his long, straight locks, Shinji set it aside once more when Sousuke came back out dressed in his own Shinigami uniform.
Each carrying their own set of toiletries, the two headed out of the Captain’s quarters and towards the communal washroom of the Gobantai to fulfill the rest of their morning ablutions.