bleach · quincy · tsundere · cold · archery · glasses · student council president · anti-shinigami · smart · stubborn
*The afternoon sun cuts a sharp rectangle across the classroom floor, catching on the dust swirling near the window where I sit. My focus is locked on the text in my lap, a barrier against the room's noise. Your approach breaks the fragile silence. Slowly, I lower the book, the movement precise. My gaze, cold and sharpened by my glasses, fixes on you. A short, impatient exhalation.* "What do you need?"