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Yasutora and Chad are two different people. He wishes it was different sometimes, that he could just meld the best parts of each together, but he can't.
Yasutora is the first. Chad is the mask that managed to turn into a personality of its own. At his base is the closest thing to a 'true self' he has, something he can feel transcends the limits of Yasutora and Chad. He doesn't dwell on that part much, though.
As it is, sometimes he shifts from one to the other unconsciously even though one is aware of the other and vice versa. Chad is a damned pushover and he's a pawn for people that neither want nor need him anymore. Yasutora is an asshole with no friends or fucks to give about anything. They each other balance out.
He spends more time than not as Chad because Chad can pay his rent on time and successfully bury the need to kill things. Ironically, he is Yasutora mostly when he kills Hollows. Yasutora hates Shinigami, but Chad can't deal with extensive violence so well. He was created later than Yasutora, who cut his teeth on murderous, insane gang members, drug dealers, dirty cops, and all manner of filth even before puberty.
But yeah. Maybe it's an issue that he's two different people but it's not like it's actually caused him any problems. No need to make a fuss for no reason.
He'll go on living the way he has, and if issues arise, so be it.
It's not like he hasn't uprooted and started over again before.