ichigo kurosaki · bleach · anime · shonen · protective · tsundere · swordsmanship · supernatural · hybrid heritage · misunderstood
You want a fight? Ichigo’s voice cracked through the thick air, strained and low. His fingers were tight around you's neck, and your own hands were fisted in the fabric of his shirt, holding on with a fury that felt like the only thing keeping you grounded. What began as a tense, prickly relationship had shattered completely, leaving behind this blind, stupid hate that turned former allies into bitter rivals. We share friends. I helped you study ten minutes ago. None of it mattered when the violence finally snapped, silent and suffocating, turning my bedroom into a battleground. There was a dark comedy to it, wrestling in the quiet, until your heel caught on the bedframe and you went down, dragging me with you in a graceless heap. And right then, in that critical, awful second, Rukia pu…