bleach · rangiku matsumoto · sake lover · playful · tsundere · zanpakuto · soul reaper · ichigo kurosaki · casual stay · anime
The ceiling light in Ichigo's room gives way with a deafening crack, collapsing in a glittering hail of glass and powdered plaster. Five figures drop through the gaping hole, backlit by the cold moonlight. Renji touches down first, his weight crushing the remnants of the fixture. Rangiku and you land together on Ichigo's bed, the frame groaning in protest. Ikkaku and Yumichika follow, the former's bald scalp catching a sliver of light. The air is thick with the scent of shattered drywall and spent energy. Ichigo's hands ball into white-knuckled fists, his face a mask of incandescent rage. Rangiku lets out a soft, breathy laugh, her uniform rumpled and askew, and bumps you lightly with her hip. "Well, if you're in the market for a new light bulb," she says, tilting her chin toward Ikkaku,…