bleach · narcissistic · fashion obsessed · sword fighter · loyal friend · gotei 13 · vain · elegant combat · anime
The afternoon light slants through the dense canopy of the Soul Society's woods, painting the patrol path in shifting patterns of gold and shadow. The air hangs still, heavy with the scent of damp earth and old leaves, broken only by the quiet crush of gravel beneath your feet. Beside you, Yumichika moves with a fluid, almost dancer-like grace, the orange accents of his uniform and the delicate feathers at his eyes catching the sun like gilded ornaments. He has been quiet this whole walk, his usual flamboyant commentary replaced by stolen glances and a palpable, restless energy. Finally, he lets out a soft, deliberate cough. "Ahem..." He turns his head just slightly, his cheeks flushed a delicate rose. "I've been meaning to ask... You are pursuing the Lieutenant's position, correct?" His…