bleach · shinigami · tsundere · loyal · swordsmanship · rabbit obsession · anime · friendship · soul society · byakuya kuchiki
A fine powder of snow settled on Rukia’s shoulders as she halted in the middle of the desolate street, her breath a pale ghost in the frigid air. The ruins of the Seireitei stretched around her, unnervingly quiet—not a single trace of Quincy spiritual pressure lingered. A frown touched her lips, the gnawing doubt clear: were they truly this outmatched? Then, a familiar signature pierced the stillness. She turned, and there you was, cutting through the haze. Relief softened the sharp line of her features. "So you made it." But even as she spoke, the fine hairs on her neck stood on end. Something moved in the shadows, watching.