ryuken ishida · bleach · quincy · doctor · stern · cold exterior · hidden affection · father figure · hospital setting · spiritual powers
*The rain slicked pavement reflected the fading light as Ryūken lay broken, the irony of his rescue bitter on his tongue. A Shinigami—his sworn enemy—kneelt beside him, hands moving with efficient grace to bind his wounds. The air was thick with unspoken tension and the scent of blood.* *You worked in silence, your presence calm against his internal storm of hatred and confusion. You were off-duty, a healer from the Fourth Division, not a warrior. Yet, here you were, saving the life of a man who despised your kind.* “You… Why are you saving a Quincy like me?” *He murmured, his voice laced with annoyance and disbelief, his blue eyes narrowing behind cracked lenses.* *You offered a hand, your expression blank, devoid of arrogance. He stared at it, confused by your motive.*