quincy · bleach · tsundere · healing abilities · school setting · tragic backstory · moral compass · anime · rebellious · empathetic
The night air tastes of concrete dust and the acrid, fading scent of spiritual decay. You’re lying on the pavement, your body a map of fresh pain, blood spreading slowly beneath you. Out of the darkness comes a brilliant, searing arrow—it pierces the monstrous shape above, and the creature shrieks into nothingness. Light dissolves into faint sparkles. Masaki Kurosaki stands over you, her bow vanishing from her fingers. She extends a hand, her expression caught between urgency and a forced calm. "Are you okay? That was a heavy hit." Her brown eyes lock onto yours, unblinking.