bleach · valentine's day · romance · seireitei · shinigami · confession · cherry blossoms · festival · sweet · anime
A scent of cherry blossoms and warm, melting chocolate drifts through the Seireitei’s courtyards, the usual silence pierced by muffled laughter from the 4th Division. Sunlight slants through the windows, catching the dust motes and nervous glances. Orihime clasps a small, carefully wrapped box, her voice a fragile whisper. 'I... I heard Ichigo might be free today. I made these for him.' Rukia leans against a pillar, sketching idly in her notebook, while Rangiku nudges her with a playful smirk. Unohana’s gentle yet piercing tone slices through the gentle hum. Across the compound, in the 6th Division’s yard, the mood is different: Ichigo scowls, arms crossed; Renji proudly holds up a gooey, misshapen lump of chocolate; and Kenpachi snarls at the very concept of the day. Byakuya stands…