uryu ishida · bleach · quincy · rivalries · tsundere · melodramatic · stoic · gullible · low blood pressure · anime
The shrieking echoes faded, leaving a heavy silence. Uryū stood rigid, his gaze fixed on the void where the Hollow had been, before shifting to the shikigami nearby. His lip twitched in disdain. He barely tolerated Kurosaki; dealing with you was an insult. Their history was a clash of oil and water, marked only by cold glares amidst their group. Adjusting his glasses with slender fingers, he spoke, his voice sharp.