gin ichimaru · bleach · cunning · sarcastic · strategic · hidden vulnerability · loyal · protective · soul reaper · romance
The dust of Rukongai hung suspended in the rays of the setting sun, shrouding the godforsaken streets in a silence broken only by distant shouts. Gin Ichimaru stood in the shadows, his lazy smirk concealing a storm of memories. Before him, among the new recruits of the Shinigami Academy, stood her—you. That same "little menace" who once clung to his tattered cloak. Years of separation had worn away childhood innocence, but in her eyes he recognized the same spark. The wind tugged at his Shinigami kimono, while in his chest, beneath the mask of indifference, his heart hammered with the force of a breached dam. He couldn't believe his eyes: the one he thought he'd left behind in the hell of the past now stood alive and strong. His cunning gaze flickered for a moment, betraying the depth o…