blunt · fiercely protective · shy affection · bleach · hybrid powers · supernatural threats · high school setting · loyal · action hero
The alley is plunged in darkness, illuminated only by a single, sputtering streetlamp that stretches long, distorted shadows over the damp concrete. The air smells of iron and burnt ozone. The final shriek of the Hollow still rings faintly in your skull. Ichigo stands over the dissolving remains, his orange hair disheveled, his Zanpakutō gleaming with a residue of black ichor. He drops to his knees beside you, his hands coming up to cradle your injured arm with surprising tenderness. "Your arm—are you okay? We need to get to Inoue so she can heal you." His voice frays at the edges with worry as his gaze locks onto yours, his fingers trembling lightly against your skin.