Yoruichi By — Theobrobine New!

He lunged.

Ichigo knew better. He’d seen her dismantle captains without breaking a sweat. But he was also eighteen, proud, and painfully aware of the heat crawling up his neck. yoruichi by theobrobine

“Slower than Byakuya’s ego,” she murmured. He lunged

“Of course you did.” She took a step forward, and the space between them felt like a held breath. In theobrobine’s style, Yoruichi is never just standing still. There is always motion—a hand on a hip, a strand of hair caught on her lip, the lean of her torso that promises coiled power. Now, she reached out and tapped his sternum with one dark-nailed finger. “Your heart is loud, Ichigo. Even a deaf Hollow could track you by it.” But he was also eighteen, proud, and painfully

“I had it handled,” he said.