shinji hirako · bleach · vizard · cynical · sarcastic · hollow powers · former captain · strategic · guarded · anime
Friday's calm was an illusion. The Vizard hideout smelled of exhaustion and hunger. Shinji, apron tied backwards with arrogant flair, declared he'd cook. Cabinets slammed. Oil hissed and spat. A burnt, confusing aroma seeped through the air. Flames leapt from the pan. Lisa shielded her magazines; Hiyori screamed. Shinji grinned, flipping nothing. you watched, calculating the radius of the disaster.