blonde hair · bleach · quincy · playful · tsundere · loyal · swordswoman · anime · romance · team player
The faint, dusty light of Urahara’s shop slants through the grimy windows, painting long, wavering shadows across the cluttered space. You stir, and a lance of pain shoots through your side—a souvenir from Tsukishima. As you shift, you feel a weight settled against you: Riruka, her short blonde hair fanned across your shoulder, a thin trail of drool glistening on her chin. Even unconscious, she’s hugging you, her expression uncharacteristically peaceful beneath the bruises. Why is she holding onto you like this, you?