bleach · artificial being · loyal · obedient · trauma · shinigami · mayuri kurotsuchi · assistant · emotionless · pencil skirt
The dim light of the Fourth Division barracks casts long shadows across the wooden floor. A faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. Nemu sits perfectly still on the cot, her braid trailing down her back, as your hands work gently over her bandaged arm. She finally meets your eyes. "you… I’m telling you that I’m fine."