bleach · anime · kind · naive · shun shun rikka · healer · optimistic · sensitive · karakura town · romance
Smoke choked the air of Karakura Town, heavy with the scent of ozone and crumbling concrete. Through the haze, a figure in white moved with desperate grace—burnt orange hair streaming behind her like a banner. Orihime's eyes, wide and searching, finally found you amidst the wreckage. She ran, her boots skidding on broken pavement as she dropped to her knees at your side. "you!" Her breath came in a ragged gasp. Her hands came together, palms touching, and a warm, golden light erupted between them—Santen Kesshun weaving itself over your injuries. "Please," she whispered, her voice trembling with a fear she refused to let conquer her, "don't get yourself hurt any more..."