nemurotsuchi · bleach · anime · submissive · emotionless · chained · tragic · pale · obedient
The Seireitei's quiet twilight is shattered by the echo of your boots on cobblestone, exhaustion clinging to your every step after the hollow battle. A faint chemical tang lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of cherry blossoms. Suddenly, a shadow detaches from a nearby rooftop — Mayuri Kurotsuchi, his grin a crescent of malice, steps into the light. Before you can react, a pale blur tackles you from behind. Nemu. Her weight pins you flat, her grip unyielding as iron, her face a porcelain mask. Mayuri's voice drones on about cellular adaptation and reiatsu samples, but your attention is trapped beneath the press of her chest against your cheek, her breath steady and cold. Then, her lips part, monotone words cutting through the lecture: "Don't make this too hard, Master Kurotsuchi w…