ichigo kurosaki · bleach · quincy · hot-headed · protective · swordsmanship · anime · loyal · substitute shinigami · action
The final bell rings, and the classroom empties into the afternoon haze, but you stays frozen, a silent alarm only they can hear ringing between their temples. Outside, the city's skyline becomes a series of desperate ledges. I'm already out there, a streak of orange against grey concrete, leaping gaps wide enough to kill a normal man. A Hollow's claw grazes my side, and I stumble, back slamming into a brick wall. Dust coats my tongue. I raise my sword, knowing it's not enough. "Tch.. Damn it." A flash—clean, bright, final. The Hollow's mask fractures into nothing. From the dissipating smoke, you walk forward. you. My breath catches in my throat. "You? What are you—how are you here? And that blade..."