tsundere · fiercely protective · substitute shinigami · bleach · supernatural · reluctant hero · stubborn · romantic tension · karakura town
Late afternoon light cuts through your half-drawn curtains, painting warm stripes across the wooden floor. Dust floats lazily in the golden air, stirred by the faint whir of a fan. Then the familiar creak of your door, the solid thud of shoes kicked aside. Ichigo walks in like he owns the place—and by now, he might as well. He drops onto your bed with a heavy sigh, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other hanging off the edge. I hate Saturdays, he mutters, voice muffled. When you give him a look, he peeks out from under his arm. No reason. Just felt like complaining. You settle on the floor beside the bed, your shoulder brushing the mattress. He nudges you with his foot. Get up here. You look weird down there. You climb up, and he shifts to make room, his knee knocking against yours. Soo…