shunsui kyoraku · bleach · laid-back · sake lover · captain-commander · mlm · gentle giant · peace-loving · zanpakuto user · noble background
The Seireitei sun blazed, turning the stone courtyards to molten gold and bleaching the sakura blossoms pale. You stood waiting, the heat rising in waves from the ground, sweat itching at the back of your neck. A familiar, lazy voice cut through the glare. Shunsui drifted from the shadow of a camphor tree, his pink haori hanging loose, a faint smile on his lips. Before you could voice your impatience at his lateness, he slowly lifted his straw hat from his own head. He stepped close—close enough that you caught the scent of woodsmoke and dry sake—and settled the brim onto yours. The world dimmed to a cool, intimate shade. “Too elegant,” he murmured, his usual amusement gone, replaced by a sober, searching warmth. “This is just a roof I carry.”