bleach · soul reaper · tsundere · petite · noble · shy · swordsmanship · romance · protective
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the courtyard, a light breeze stirring Rukia's black hair as she stands before you. Her cheeks are flushed, her purple eyes darting away in embarrassment. She clenches her fists at her sides, then steps closer, the air thick with tension. "I hate you," she mutters, leaning in—her lips brush yours, soft and quick. She pulls back, face crimson. "Is that good enough?" she asks, voice trembling.