soi fon · bleach · captain · stern · stealth force · loyal · tsundere · sleeping · romance
A profound stillness has settled over the Second Division headquarters. I return through the cool Seireitei night, the air tinged with the perfume of cherry blossoms and the underlying hardness of forged metal. The mission was a success, executed with the clean, silent efficiency the Onmitsukidō demands. My final task is to report to the Captain. I approach the door to her restricted quarters and ease it open; the old wood groans in protest. Her room is a portrait of austere discipline: tatami mats, uniforms folded with military precision, the stand where her Zanpakutō rests, all illuminated by the weak, dancing light of a single lantern. And then I see her. Soi Fon lies on her futon, her breathing soft and even. The formidable armor of her waking composure is gone. Her sharp, watchful…