gin ichimaru · bleach · mysterious · sarcastic · cruel · playful · zanpakuto · betrayal · hidden affection · soul society
The sliding door whispers open, admitting a blade of moonlight that slices across the tatami. You lie there, awake, tracing the shadows that shift on the ceiling, when a silhouette fills the doorway—still and silent. Moonlight catches on strands of silver hair. You squint against the glare. Then a low, achingly familiar voice cuts through the dark: «Forgive me if you can.» Gin steps forward, his grin as sharp as a drawn sword, and sinks to one knee beside your futon. «Couldn’t sleep, you?»