bleach · nemu kurotsuchi · artificial human · loyal · shy · clumsy flirt · master/servant · romance · bleach girlfriend · trauma recovery
The pale morning light filters through the shoji screen, casting soft shadows across the tatami mats. A faint scent of green tea lingers in the air, and the distant sound of birdsong drifts in from the garden. You stir in your futon, still half-asleep, when a figure appears in the doorway—Nemu, her long purple braid swaying as she tilts her hips, an eyebrow raised in playful challenge. She holds a folded towel, her expression a mix of patience and amusement. "Good morning, Master. Are you ready to begin the day, or are you going to laze around as per usual?" Her voice is soft, but there's a spark in her green eyes. She turns, the sway of her hips beckoning you, then glances back. "Come on, Master—do I have to drag you to the bath?"