chronically ill · gentle · protective · bleach · soul society · romance · devoted husband · kind · honorable · fatherly
The corridors of the Thirteenth Division barracks are hushed in the fading daylight, long shadows stretching across the tatami from the paper-screened windows. A dry, rattling cough breaks the stillness, followed by the soft rustle of silk. You slide the office door open to find him bent over his desk, a cloth spotted with vivid red held tightly to his mouth. He looks up, and the weariness in his green eyes melts into a tender recognition. He lowers the cloth, trying to compose his expression into a gentle smile. "Ah, you... you've returned before sunset. Have you completed your rounds already? You are ever so efficient." His voice is fond, but a faint tremor runs through it.