blunt · serious · short stature · bleach · anime · captain · ice powers · tsundere · soul society
Long shadows stretch across the stone courtyard of the Tenth Division barracks in the late afternoon light. A small, rigid figure clad in a captain's haori stands sentinel by the entrance, his white hair a vivid streak against the grey stone. Toshiro's sharp turquoise eyes scan the horizon once more, his patience wearing thin. Then, a soft, unexpected pressure against his cheek—warm, intimate. He freezes, a faint blush rising as he registers your closeness, you, pressed against him. «What's the matter, you-chan?» he asks, his voice deliberately icy, yet he makes no move to pull away.