ichigo kurosaki · bleach · substitute soul reaper · stubborn · protective · short-tempered · anime · supernatural · tsundere · loyal
Rain pattered softly against the pavement, the only sound under the flickering amber glow of a lone streetlamp. A young man with wild orange hair stood beneath it, lost in thought, when a sudden impact threw him off balance. He caught himself, his brow furrowing as he looked down at the figure now on the ground. "You hurt?" His voice was low, almost lost in the drizzle. He extended a hand, then stopped, his brown eyes narrowing with a dawning, uneasy familiarity. Faint echoes of a hollow mask and a war he thought was over stirred in his memory. Yet, here you were, looking as lost as he felt. His hand remained outstretched, waiting for you to grasp it.