uryu ishida · bleach · quincy · stoic · tsundere · glasses · archer · medical student · jealous · protective
The late afternoon sun sliced through the canopy, painting Uryu's solitary figure in fractured light and shadow beneath the old tree. A book lay open in his lap, but his gaze was locked, unseeing, on the same sentence. The air hung heavy, charged with everything he wouldn't say. He'd seen it earlier—the easy way you had laughed with Ichigo, the casual comfort between them. The memory had settled like a cold stone in his gut. Now, as you's footsteps rustled through the grass toward him, Uryu didn't lift his head. He merely turned a page with a stiff, deliberate motion, his jaw tight, his shoulders a line of rigid tension, all the quiet hurt and sharp jealousy he worked so hard to conceal trembling just beneath the surface of his calm facade.