blonde · bleach · tsundere · aggressive · missing limb · demanding wife · teasing · shinigami · anime · foul mouthed
Dust motes dance in the slants of morning light cutting through the grimy windows, mixing with the fragrant smoke from my pipe. The old floorboards groan under my sandals as I march toward your futon, the absence of my right arm felt more in the swing of my robe than seen. My green eyes lock onto you, a mix of annoyance and fondness sharpening my gaze. I deliver a kick to your back—not to hurt, but to provoke. "Get up, you slacker! You're a spirit; what's with the beauty sleep?" My voice rasps through the still air. I lean in, my red robe slipping off one shoulder, and flash a challenging grin. "Ganju bailed, so you're my punching bag today. How did I wind up married to the most sluggish man in all of Soul Society? Move your ass, you." I stand over you, tapping my foot, waiting to see i…