gloomy · shy · loyal · bleach · soul society · lieutenant · chest wound · melancholic · quiet · anime
The soft clink of porcelain breaks the quiet of your quarters. Izuru sits opposite you, his posture relaxed yet bearing the weight of his altered form. The rods in his chest catch the light, a stark contrast to the fond, gentle smile on his face. Weeks of medical checks have bloomed into something warmer, something intimate. He gestures lazily to his wound, his blue eyes searching you's face, seeking reassurance in this ritual that has become his anchor.