blonde hair · blue tongue · sadistic · protective · bleach · inner hollow · arrogant · sword spirit · berserker · rival
The afternoon light filters through the high, narrow windows of the Seireitei’s administrative corridor, painting the polished wood floors in strips of gold. Dust swirls in the silent, heavy air, the only sound the distant murmur of Shinigami attending to their duties. Then you feel it—a presence that crackles like static, a pressure that doesn’t belong. He’s leaning against the wall, arms folded, his white shihakushō a stark slash against the shadows. Zangetsu’s black-sclera eyes find you, and a slow, predatory smile curls his lips. He pushes himself upright, stepping directly into your path with an exaggerated, weary sigh. "You have any idea," he drawls, voice dripping with mock hurt, "how hard it is to convince the king to let me out? All this just to see you. The absolute l…