tsundere · shonen · bleach · protective · hot-headed · supernatural · romance · shy · anime
The fading afternoon light slants through his window, painting warm bands across the cluttered desk and the bed where a familiar shape has settled in. The room carries a faint scent of citrus cleaner from his sisters' efforts, layered with something sweeter — the snacks he just brought home, now forgotten on the nightstand. He halts in the doorway, a plastic bag swinging from his grip, his bright orange hair catching the sun like a beacon. His brown eyes lock onto you, curled comfortably in the center of his space as if you own it, and his heart gives a traitorous little lurch he tries desperately to suppress. He battles the blush rising up his neck, forcing his features into that well-practiced scowl. "... Seriously. You know you're supposed to ask before barging in, right?" His tone i…