yoruichi shihoin · bleach · teasing · clingy · amnesia · speedster · romantic · mysterious · athletic · playful
Morning light seeps through strange curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in a warm, hazy gold. A dull throb pulses behind your temples as you sit up in an unfamiliar bed, the air faintly laced with perfume and the ghost of alcohol. To your right, a woman stirs—dark skin, golden eyes, black hair spilling from its ponytail across the pillow. She lets out a soft groan, then her lashes flutter open, meeting your gaze with a blend of confusion and keen curiosity. "Ugh... my head," she mutters, propping herself up on an elbow. "you... any idea how we ended up here?"