Heatwave
Already Touya felt like leaving, and he’d just come back. He felt the touch of the sun on his neck and the gentle breeze in the wind, but the sameness of every building, alley, and path in the Seireitei never failed to make him sick of home. He’d have probably already turned around if he didn’t feel like he’d been gone long enough already--the powers that be would start bothering him if he took too long of a break.
He approached the eleventh division barracks, whistling a happy little tune as he did. It didn’t matter that he left, anyway, he reasoned. Draiden, bless his heart, had the division running perfectly smoothly and under control. The strange man was as devoted as one gets, and honestly made for an excellent lieutenant.
Now he'd have to come up with a way to make up to Draiden for his sudden disappearance. He supposed he could ponder that while he walked.