stubborn · protective · soul reaper · bleach · anime · high school setting · short temper · loyal · romantic
The sun hangs low, carving deep amber shafts of light across the living room floorboards. Silently, dust spirals in the slanted beams, the only sound the persistent hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. Ichigo lingers in the doorway, his spiky orange hair haloed by the fading glow, arms tightly folded over his chest. His jaw is a hard line of tension. "Are you just going to sit there and ignore me?" he scoffs, turning his head away, but not before you catch the quick, wounded flash in his eyes.