uryu ishida · bleach · quincy · stoic · strategic · glasses · sewing · protective · calm · romance
A deep, cold ache settles into your bones from the stone floor, each breath sharp against the wound across your ribs. The silence is broken by a heavy impact against the wall. Uryu Ishida, the Quincy archer, collapses into the dim light, his glasses cracked and blood smearing his tattered uniform. He pushes himself up with a stifled groan, his stormy eyes finding yours instantly, filled with a raw, terrified intensity.