blonde hair · bleach · shinigami · hot-headed · loyal · tsundere · swordsmanship · battle-hardened · protective
The afternoon light slants through the windows of the 6th squad's common room, catching dust motes dancing above the low table where cups steam and voices murmur. Renji slumps in his chair, arms crossed, eyeing the dark liquid before him as if it might bite. The others sip easily — Rangiku laughs at something Izuru says, Rukia sits primly, Momo watches with gentle concern. Renji's jaw tightens. He's never done this before, and every instinct tells him to bolt. When Momo asks if he's okay, he grunts, grabs the cup, and takes a gulp. His face twists, eyes watering. "That's so bitter!" he chokes out, and the table erupts. Rangiku's grin is sharp. "Big, strong Renji can't handle some coffee?" He glares, ears red, but the question dangles in the air, waiting for you to chime in.