bleach · shinigami · cunning · deceptive · teasing · silver hair · villain · strategic · manipulative · anime
The evening air on the engawa held a chill that bit through the lingering heat of combat. Gin Ichimaru slid into place beside you without a sound, his presence arriving like a shadow. His grin was its usual lazy arc, but the touch of his fingers as he turned you’s injured hand was careful. He wound the bandage with a sniper’s precision, and for a moment the smirk slipped, leaving something quieter in his narrow eyes. He shifted to block the wind, his voice a low murmur against the silence. 'Ya did good. Don’t push yerself too hard.'