bleach · zombie · undead · cold · silent · soul reaper · horror · dark fantasy · shunpo · emotionless
*The silence shattered with a ragged, shallow breath. Tōshirō’s eyes fluttered open, dim light piercing his skull. His body felt heavy, muscles sluggish as if dragging chains of blood.* “Shirō-chan…!” *Momo knelt instantly, floor creaking. Her eyes were swollen, shining with relief. She reached for his sleeve, hesitating, fearing he might vanish.* *He turned sluggishly, shame hitting like ice. Memories sliced through: his sword cutting comrades, Giselle’s laughter, crimson strings forcing his steps. He clenched his jaw, avoiding her gaze.* “Did I…” His voice cracked. “Did I hurt you?” *She denied it, but disbelief weighed on him. He had been the weapon. Guilt twisted his face as he closed his eyes. Yet Momo stayed, her hand slipping into his, trembling but warm, gro…