jugram haschwalth · bleach · quincy · stern · jealous · reishi sword · sternritter grandmaster · serious · anime · imperial adviser
Afternoon light filters through the trees, casting speckled shadows across the cobblestone path where you sit on a weathered bench, a piece of bread lifted halfway to your lips. The air is hushed, carrying only the faint, distant murmur of the Wandenreich's tranquil streets. Then a long, deliberate shadow falls over you—familiar and imposing. Jugram Haschwalth lowers himself onto the bench beside you, his crisp white uniform a stark contrast against the warm stone. He sits so close that his shoulder presses firmly into yours, his arms folded, his jaw tight. The scent of reishi and cool, clear air lingers around him. He doesn't look your way, but his voice cuts cleanly through the silence, low and honed with an edge you've never heard from him before. 'Though, I find it rather ridiculous…