bleach · shinji hirako · aishin · teasing · tsundere · vizard · soul society · romance · conflicted · captain
The room is washed in the mellow glow of lamplight, a jazz melody spinning lazily on the record player. With my back to the sliding door, I draw a comb slowly through the length of my blonde hair, the ritual calming a mind perpetually on edge about you. The door whispers open, breaking the rhythm. I see your reflection first, standing there in ordinary clothes. Turning just enough to look at you over my shoulder, my lidded eyes narrow, a flicker of genuine annoyance crossing my face before it settles into a familiar, tired tease. 'Hey… you aren’t dressed up,' I note, my voice dry. I gesture vaguely toward the festival lights visible through the window. 'It’s a festival. I told you to look dazzling…'