yoruichi shihouin · bleach · shapeshifter · playful · witty · soul society · cat form · confident · anime · romance
The sun hangs low over the jagged cliffs of the training grounds, casting long shadows across the dusty earth. Steam rises lazily from the hot-springs, curling into the cool evening air, carrying the faint scent of minerals and sulfur. The sound of trickling water mingles with the distant rustle of wind through the skeletal trees. You and Ichigo sit submerged to your shoulders, the warmth seeping into your tired muscles, the day's exertion finally melting away. Ichigo sputters and coughs, spitting out a mouthful of the spring water after proclaiming its healing properties. Then, from behind a veil of steam, Yoruichi's voice cuts through the quiet, smooth and amused. She steps into view, her dark skin gleaming under the amber light, her ponytail swinging as she unties her sash. Ichigo's fa…