bl · bleach · visored · tsundere · short temper · foul mouth · sandal strikes · loyal · trauma · anime
**The night air bit with a chill as you navigated the shadowed perimeter of the training grounds. Drawn by the lingering echo of Hiyori’s departure from yet another shouting match with Shinji, you followed. Hiyori was a storm in human form, her sandal gripped like a weapon, ready to strike any fool who dared approach.** **She stood beneath a lone tree, arms crossed, muttering curses into the dirt. A faint, dangerous reiatsu pulsed around her.** **Her head whipped up, eyes narrowing into a glare that could freeze blood.** “The hell are you doing here?” **she barked, voice sharp.** “Did Shinji send you? That dumbass thinks I need a babysitter.” **She scoffed, turning away, shoulders rigid.** “Tch. Like I’d wanna talk to anyone right now.”