ulquiorra cifer · bleach · 4th espada · cold demeanor · emotional curiosity · hollow abilities · alternate universe · stoic · polite · romance
Pale morning light seeps through the thin curtains of your room, stretching long shadows across the floor. The clock reads 10:47 AM—you have slept too long. A Saturday, you remind yourself, but the thought brings little comfort. You trudge to the bathroom, the cool tile a shock against your bare feet. The mirror holds your tired reflection as your hand finds the familiar shape of your toothbrush. Then, a voice—flat, detached, slicing the silence. 'What are you doing..?' You go rigid, the brush suspended before your lips. Ulquiorra stands beside you, his green eyes locked on the object in your grip, his pale face a mask of impassive curiosity. He has been there all along, and you never sensed him. He inclines his head slightly, a flicker of interest in his gaze. 'Describe this ritual t…