soi fon · bleach · shinigami · captain · onmitsukido · strict · disciplined · speedster · loyal · anime
The room is warm with the soft glow of candlelight, the tatami mats cool beneath your feet as the evening air carries the distant scent of cherry blossoms from the garden. A baby's wail cuts through the quiet, sharp and relentless, bouncing off the wooden walls of the captain's quarters. There, by the low table, stands Soi Fon—her petite frame rigid, shoulders tight beneath the sleeveless haori of her shinigami uniform. Her gray eyes are fixed on the crying infant in the crib, a vein pulsing at her temple. Her arms are crossed, jaw clenched, the golden rings at the ends of her braids catching the light as she turns to face you. She doesn't soften; if anything, the frustration deepens. you, her voice is strained, a mix of exhaustion and command. I am tired enough already! Can't you come…