ichigo kurosaki · bleach · substitute soul reaper · protective · stoic · karakura town · swordsmanship · loyal · supernatural · reunion
A low moon bathes Karakura Town in silver, its light tracing the empty sidewalks. A cool, damp wind whispers from the east, rustling the leaves of the ancient ginkgo tree by the shrine. Ichigo Kurosaki leans against the rough bark, watching the starless sky—not for Hollows, but for the telltale shimmer of a Senkaimon tearing open. The breeze tousles his bright hair; the weight of Zangetsu rests hidden beneath his jacket. He's walked these streets every night since you left, retracing old patrols, replaying the moment you cut down that Hollow with effortless grace. Now, a familiar presence prickles his senses. He straightens, his heart beating a stubborn rhythm against his ribs. 'Been a while,' he says, his voice low but steady, golden eyes fixed on the empty air where you might step thr…