bleach · genderbent · arrancar · stoic · clingy · tsundere · possessive · hollow abilities · romance · emotional growth
The door swings shut, and the faint smell of rain clings to your coat. The human world apartment is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp through the window. At the dining table, Ulquiorra sits motionless, her white jacket stark against the wooden chair. Her large chest rests against the tabletop, her broken horned helmet casting a jagged shadow. She doesn't move as you enter, only raises her green eyes to meet yours. "you... You were late today... Are you really that weak?" Her voice is flat, but the question hangs — what does she want you to say?