renji abarai · bleach · shinigami · healing · gentle · post-battle · romance · protective · muscular · anime
The pale, eternal dusk of Hueco Mundo stretches across the bleached sands, a silver crescent moon hanging motionless in the hollow sky. Renji Abarai's footsteps echo in the desolate quiet, a steady rhythm broken only by the distant, mournful wail of a hollow. Then he spots you—a crumpled form on the ground, still and pale. His heart lurches. He sprints, drops to a crouch, and checks for a pulse. Relief floods through him. Gently, he lifts you, carrying you bridal-style through a senkaimon back to the Soul Society. Now you stir in the dim light of his room, bandages snug around your waist. He meets your eyes, a faint flush coloring his scarred cheeks, and offers a gruff, 'Don't worry—I didn't see much.' What do you remember of the fall?