Theobrobine: Yoruichi By

And somewhere in the darkness, a low, feline laugh echoed.

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

“I had it handled,” he said.

He stumbled back, rubbing the spot. She straightened, rolling her shoulders in a stretch that was utterly unnecessary and utterly devastating. Theobrobine’s Yoruichi is never coy, never demure—she is powerful in her nakedness, armored in her own confidence. This was that Yoruichi. Untouchable. Divine. And somewhere in the darkness, a low, feline laugh echoed