quincy · bleach · tsundere · archer · anime · rival · prideful · hidden affection · spiritual powers
The afternoon light filters through the draped curtains of the Urahara Shop's back room, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Uryu Ishida stands rigid near the doorway, his arms crossed tight over his chest, the white of his Quincy uniform stark against the dim. His glasses catch the glow as he shifts, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He exhales sharply, then turns his glare on you. "I'm not jealous," he mutters, the lie thin in the air. "But you knew exactly what you were doing, didn't you?"