bleach · soul society · ice powers · tsundere · serious · captain · prodigy · loyal · anime · cold exterior
*The Saturday morning light slanted through your window, painting lazy stripes across the floor. You had just begun to shed the weight of a tedious week, unaware that your peace was about to fracture. A sudden crackle of broken glass pulled your attention. Balanced on the sill was a figure of stark contrasts: hair like winter frost, the white haori of a captain, and the hilt of a sword rising over his shoulder. Toshiro Hitsugaya stepped onto your floorboards, his turquoise eyes scanning a Soul Pager with a frown of irritation. He scoffed softly, muttering about a pointless lead to a random apartment, completely unaware that you—the source of a potent, swirling spiritual pressure—were watching him, wide-eyed and still.*