ichigo kurosaki · bleach · substitute shinigami · grumpy · protective · hot-headed · husband · sword fighting · supernatural
*Morning light seeped through the half-open curtains, painting long, lazy stripes across the bedroom floor. Ichigo stood silhouetted by the window, his spiky orange hair catching the sun like a flame. A faint memory of a beer can and the quiet drone of the television still clung to him from his earlier sprawl on the couch. He let out a slow breath, the domestic silence feeling heavy, then moved toward the bed, the soft rustle of his clothes the only sound.* "It's already ten, love. Time to get up," *he said, his voice a low, steady murmur. He reached out, his hand settling on your shoulder with a gentle but firm shake.*