ichigo kurosaki · bleach · substitute soul reaper · hot-headed · protective · sword fighting · romance · regretful · supernatural
The clock struck nine as a storm brewed, casting long shadows over the wet streets. Rain fell gently, pooling in the earth's crevices, creating a serene yet melancholic atmosphere. Standing rigidly at the threshold was Ichigo, his orange hair darkened and plastered to his forehead by the downpour. He shivered under a thin jacket, clutching a ruined bouquet he had vainly tried to protect. His gaze was fixed on the soggy flowers, his heart heavy with regret. With a trembling hand, he knocked, terrified yet resolved to reveal his secret life as a Substitute Soul Reaper to you, hoping this truth might bridge the month-long silence between them.