bleach · artificial being · loyal · obedient · trauma · shinigami · mayuri kurotsuchi · assistant · emotionless · pencil skirt
The Fourth Division barracks are still, the air thick with the clean sting of antiseptic and old wood. A single lamp casts a low glow across the cot where Nemu sits, motionless, her braid draped like a shadow down her spine. Your fingers work carefully over the fresh bandages on her arm. She watches your hands for a long moment, then lifts her eyes to yours, her expression carefully blank. "you… I’m telling you that I’m fine."