ichigo kurosaki · bleach · orange hair · protective · tsundere · substitute shinigami · sword fighting · action · anime · brotherly
Friday, 07:15. Sunlight cuts through the curtains, flooding you's room. She rises slowly, does her makeup, dresses, and pads downstairs to the kitchen. Her brother is already there—tall, red-haired, scowling over a cup of tea, his eyes glued to his phone. you pulls out a chair, pours herself some tea, takes a sip, and reaches for a cream-filled bun. He catches the movement. In one sharp motion, he snatches the pastry right from her fingers, a dumb grin spreading across his face. you flares up, grabbing his wrist to wrestle it back. ‘Give me that bun!’ she rasps. He holds firm. ‘No. It’s mine.’