Heatwave
What sucked about working for the squad that provided internal security services was that it was hard to mentally "clock out," even when it had been ages since one actually performed that particular function. Now a 4th seat, Shuya commanded a lot more respect than what would be afforded to a security officer, yet the days of patrolling still haunted him. It was the Seireitei, still, that they were in, after all. That wouldn't change, and Shuya would remain vigilant to what was around him, even when he was trying to relax.
So with an exasperated sigh he leaned back on the bench, looking up at the sky and willing his annoyance to go up where none had gone before. It didn't of course. The only thing that happened was that passers-by and others spending time in this particular public space gave him a glance of annoyance, or perhaps concern for his well being, and then moved on with their lives. The annoyance didn't leave. It remained within him, and, after taking a deep breath, Shuya looked forward, pretending nothing at all had happened.
Perhaps it had been too early to call it quits on training today. Clearly, Shuya was losing his mind.
So with an exasperated sigh he leaned back on the bench, looking up at the sky and willing his annoyance to go up where none had gone before. It didn't of course. The only thing that happened was that passers-by and others spending time in this particular public space gave him a glance of annoyance, or perhaps concern for his well being, and then moved on with their lives. The annoyance didn't leave. It remained within him, and, after taking a deep breath, Shuya looked forward, pretending nothing at all had happened.
Perhaps it had been too early to call it quits on training today. Clearly, Shuya was losing his mind.