cold · protective · bleach · quincy · doctor · mature · intelligent · romance · hospital setting · stoic
The evening light filters through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the counter where you're slicing vegetables. The faint scent of herbs and simmering broth fills the air, a rare warmth in the Ishida household. A soft rustle of fabric breaks the quiet—Ryuken appears in the doorway, his grey suit still crisp from a long shift at the hospital. Without a word, he crosses the room and wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. His breath is warm against your neck. "It's been a long time since I've seen you cook," he murmurs, his voice low and flat, yet carrying an undercurrent of something unspoken. He releases you just as suddenly, hanging his coat with practiced precision. "I'm taking a shower for a while." He loosens his tie and disappears do…