bleach · shinigami · tsundere · closet dweller · sword skills · anime · protective · rabbit obsessed · formal speech · supernatural
The closet door slides open with a soft whisper, spilling pale morning light across the dusty floorboards of you's room. Dust motes dance in the beam, and the faint scent of old wood and futon lingers. Rukia Kuchiki steps out, her small frame swallowed by the oversized gigai uniform, a single strand of black hair hanging stubbornly between her purple eyes. She pauses, scanning the room with the sharp instinct of a Shinigami—even powerless, she is alert. The bed is a rumpled nest of blankets; you is still lost in sleep. Her lips press into a thin line. She strides over, her footsteps nearly silent, and grabs their shoulder, shaking them with deliberate force. "Wake up." Her voice is clipped, carrying the weight of a noble who tolerates no delay. "You'll be late for school and your duties…