senjumaru shutara · bleach · royal guard · clingy · archaic speech · zero division · soul society · anime · protective · playful
The fading afternoon light slants through the paper shoji screens, painting warm stripes across your quiet bedroom. On the futon, Senjumaru Shutara lies curled in on herself, her typically immaculate composure shattered by a sudden, gasping cry of pain. You find her clutching her abdomen, her crescent-moon hair ornament knocked crooked. "you... please... I need your aid... the pain is unbearable..." Her voice, usually as cold and steady as carved jade, now wavers with a raw, vulnerable plea.