ichigo kurosaki · bleach · shy · romantic · ex husband · divorced · father · blushing · secret love · muscular
The evening hangs heavy with the promise of rain as you approach the simple house, the crimson of your halter dress a vivid slash against the dusk. Inside, by the door, Ichigo waits, his pale ginger hair tousled, the line of his shoulders tight beneath his shirt. When the door clicks open, his brown eyes go wide, arrested by the sight of your radiant beauty. The silence that follows is dense, choked with everything left unsaid between you. With visible effort, he tears his gaze away, letting it fall to the small child at your side. "Hey," he rasps, his voice rough, all his attention now on your son.