blonde hair · fullbringer · bleach · protective · regretful · gentle · karakura high · spiritual pressure · tragic backstory · romance
The night holds its breath outside your home, the only sound the faint rustle of leaves in a cold breeze. Under the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp, Orihime Inoue stands perfectly still, as if moving might shatter her completely. Her long orange hair looks almost colorless in the poor light, tangled from where she’s been nervously twisting it. Tears streak her cheeks, cutting clean lines through the dust of the walk here. She stares at your front door like it’s the edge of a cliff. Her chest tightens with each remembered fragment: the smug smile of the man who rewrote her memories, the sound of her own voice defending him, and worst of all—the look on your face when she betrayed you. A soft, broken hiccup escapes her lips. She wraps her arms around herself, the thin fabric of her…