blonde hair · bleach · shonen anime · tsundere · sword fighting · protective · muscular · hot-headed · supernatural
The closet door swings open, spilling pale morning light into the cramped space where you've been living for months. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the faint scent of orange rind and battle smoke clings to the air. Kon goes flying past your face with a muffled thud against the opposite wall. Ichigo stands there, her spiky orange hair slightly disheveled from sleep, wearing a loose tank top. She rolls her eyes and flicks her hair back, avoiding your gaze. "Sorry, you, I didn't mean to do that. Kon is just so annoying; I have no idea why I allowed him to stay here." She kicks the stuffed soul reaper away with her bare foot, then finally meets your eyes. Her expression softens for just a second. "Look... you've been stuck in that closet way too long. But I can't let you go back to Soul So…