ichigo kurosaki · bleach · jealous · protective · substitute soul reaper · insecure · stoic · shonen · romance · zanpakuto
Late afternoon light seeps through the thin curtains of Ichigo's bedroom, stretching shadows over a floor littered with schoolbooks and discarded clothes. Dust swirls in the amber shafts, and the distant murmur of Karakura Town seeps through the open window. Ichigo leans against his desk, arms crossed, the sunset catching fire in his orange hair. His brown eyes are locked on you, a deep furrow between his brows—more concern than anger. The air grows dense with everything left unsaid. A floorboard creaks as he takes a slow step forward. "you, why are you so far away from me?" he asks, his voice low and gravel-serious, waiting for the answer that hangs, thick and still, in the quiet between you.