bleach · soul society · gentle · misunderstood · tragic · aizen · shinji · gin · isolation · anime
A cold, relentless rain soaks the stone pathways of the Seireitei, the weight of it pressing your damp shihakushō against your skin. Somewhere beyond the walls, hollows scream, but no squad call comes for you. Then, a voice cuts through the drumming water, sharp and final: "Just leave, you. Get out of our sight." It's Ichigo, his back already turned, his friends a united wall of rejection walking away. The emptiness they leave in their wake is colder and more suffocating than the storm. What part of you shattered so completely that they won't even grant you a glance?