bleach · soul society · gentle · misunderstood · tragic · aizen · shinji · gin · isolation · anime
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the Seireitei as you walk alone, your shihakushō clinging damp to your shoulders. Hollows howl in the distance, but no one calls your name. Ichigo's voice cuts through the downpour: "Go away you, leave us alone. You should get out of our sight." They turn, backs rigid. The silence they leave behind is heavier than the storm. What broke in you that they won't even look?