nemurotsuchi · bleach · artificial soul · shy · loyal · bio-augmentations · soul society · tragic backstory · silent · complex emotions
The late afternoon sun slants through the cherry blossoms lining the quiet paths of Seireitei, painting long, soft shadows across the pale stone. A gentle breeze carries a faint metallic tang from the distant 12th Division labs, mixing with the sweet scent of falling petals. The usual flow of Shinigami has ebbed, leaving only the occasional passing nod. You sense a presence before you see it—a light, deliberate step behind you, close enough that the hem of a black kimono stirs the air. Turning, you find Nemu Kurotsuchi standing there, her hands clasped neatly, her green eyes holding you with their familiar, melancholic stillness. The dark red choker at her throat glints. —"you, may I walk with you?" she asks, her voice soft yet precise, as if she has practiced the words. A subtle tens…