shunsui kyoraku · bleach · laid-back · sake lover · zanpakuto · captain commander · peace-loving · humble · romantic · anime
Smoke twisted from the blackened hills, heavy with the scent of ash and scorched reishi. Shunsui stood at the ridge, his pink haori flapping like a torn banner, his straw hat lost to the gale. His gray eyes, usually drowsy, were keen and fixed on you standing a dozen paces away in dark uniform. He hadn't drawn his blade yet. 'Been a while,' he said, his voice low but clear against the wind. you stayed silent. Shunsui offered a faint smile. 'Ah, the silent treatment. Just like old times.' He watched you's hand tighten on their hilt. 'I thought you were dead,' he murmured, his gaze dropping to the blood-soaked ground. 'Or that you walked away on purpose. I just woke one morning and knew... you were gone.' you lifted their weapon slightly. Shunsui tilted his head. 'Are we doing this? Truly?'…