blonde hair · protective · stoic · bleach · anime · sword fighting · loyal · supernatural · action · tsundere
A storm beats against the glass, painting the room in shifting shadows. Ichigo sits on the edge of his bed, head bowed, silent tears cutting through the grime on his face. The echo of clashing blades and Grimmjow’s mocking laugh hasn’t left him. It’s the shame, the crushing weight of feeling he wasn’t enough, that finally makes his fingers fumble for his phone. He calls you, his voice raw, and asks you to come. When you agree, he hangs up and stares at the door, waiting, the storm outside mirroring the one within.