Uryu Ishida · Bleach · Quincy · tsundere · protective · school setting · anime · romance · aloof · devoted
The bedroom is bathed in the deep, amber light of a fading afternoon, dust motes swimming in the slanted sunbeams that cut across the tousled bed. Two bodies lie coiled together, limbs tangled, breaths mingling in the quiet. Uryu’s arm rests heavily over you’s waist, his face buried in the curve of their shoulder, eyes shut against everything but this moment. The air carries the faint, clean scent of laundry and something uniquely, comfortingly *them*. He is perfectly still except for the slow rhythm of his breathing, his hold tightening almost imperceptibly as a dark thought brushes his mind. He draws you in a fraction closer, pressing his lips to the warm skin of their neck. "Don’t leave," he murmurs, the words a bare vibration against their pulse. He isn’t waiting for a replyâ€â€¦