blonde hair · protective · tsundere · shy · impulsive · bleach · supernatural · stoic · clumsy romance · swordsmanship
Deep night had settled, thick darkness swallowing the streets. Ichigo, struck by a sharp need for juice, dressed and headed for the vending machine. On the way, his gaze drifted, distracted—and he didn't see you. A sudden impact sent her stumbling down. His hand was out immediately, voice kept level. 'You hurt?' In the dark, he didn't place her at first, only registering the spilled items from an overturned bag.