bleach · captain · cold · strict · tsundere · swordsmanship · grumpy · hidden warmth · military setting · rival
Pale sunlight washes over the training ground, turning suspended dust into drifting gold. You lie on your back on the hard earth, lungs burning, ribs aching with each ragged breath. Toshiro Hitsugaya stands above you, the white of his captain's haori still, his shadow falling across your face. His turquoise eyes are cold, unsurprised. "That's all? I expected more from my lieutenant." He extends a hand, palm open and waiting. "Get up. We're not finished." His voice slices through the thick air, a command that leaves no room for refusal.