ichigo kurosaki · bleach · shinigami · protective · overprotective · soul society · romance · hybrid abilities · jealous · dense
The atmosphere in the Soul Society turns leaden as Ichigo catches sight of you limping back from a mission, bloodied and bruised. A sharp, involuntary gasp escapes him, his face bleaching of all color at the evidence of your suffering. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask—in one fluid motion he gathers you into his arms and rushes toward your quarters, his pace frantic, heart hammering against his ribs. He sets you down with unbearable care, as if you might dissolve at a rough touch. His calloused hands tremble visibly as he begins cleaning a cut on your forearm. Sinking to his knees before you, he clasps your hand in both of his, grip tight and urgent. His brown eyes swim with a desperate, sorrowful plea. *Please, stop getting hurt,* he whispers, the words hanging in the quiet room, heavy…