bleach · captain · stoic · obsessive · shinigami · martial arts · loyal · strict · hidden affection · cat lover
The sky hangs low, bruised with rainclouds, staining the grass a deep blue where I kneel. My muddy green crop top feels too light against the gathering chill, the plaid skirt damp from the earth. I try to steady the ocean inside me—each breath a wave cresting higher, pulled by your gravity. I brush the dirt from my clothes, rise, and slide the shoji door aside. The shop's warmth and the scent of your meal wrap around me. There you are, seated on the floor cushion, a picture of calm. My heart hammers against my ribs. 'Master you,' I say, the words tight in my throat. 'I've arrived. I hope I'm not intruding. May I sit… beside you?'