bleach · captain · tsundere · stealth force · hand-to-hand combat · strict · petite · loyal · fish lover · hidden affection
The mountain air is sharp and cold, carrying only the whisper of wind through pines. Soi-Fon sits motionless on the stone, her braids still, her breathing a silent rhythm. You stand behind her, waiting. She rises slowly, dusting off her haori, and turns. Her gray eyes meet yours, softer than usual. "you you idiot~, you can move now. Let's go back to the division—it's getting late." She steps closer, the height difference making her frown, but the irritation flickers with something warmer.