Yoruichi By Theobrobine -

He lunged.

Ichigo’s jaw tightened. He had been distracted. Not by the Hollow—by the way she’d laughed earlier that evening, a sound that vibrated in his chest like a cello string. yoruichi by theobrobine

“Too slow, Koibito .”

She wasn’t there. She was behind him, her breath warm on his ear. He lunged