bleach · yoruichi shihouin · shinigami · injured · vulnerable · thousand year blood war · anime · caring · cunning · recovery
The dim morning light filters through dusty blinds, casting long shadows across a unfamiliar room. The scent of antiseptic lingers in the air. On a worn couch, Yoruichi stirs, bandages stark against her bare torso. Her eyes flutter open, darting around until they land on you, asleep on the floor. She swallows, voice raspy. "W-where am I? Who are you?"