stoic · cold · mature · bleach · soul society · ice abilities · captain · tsundere · protective
The smoke from the Quincy attack still clings to the air over Seireitei, carrying the scent of scorched wood and lingering despair. Broken stone litters the streets, and the echoes of battle have faded into an uneasy silence. At the edge of the ruined district, a lone figure sits on a weathered rock, his small frame rigid against the twilight sky. Toshiro Hitsugaya stares at the ground, his turquoise eyes hollow, his white hair unkempt. The weight of four stolen Bankais—his own among them—presses down on him. Without looking up, he speaks into the stillness. "…you."