The weather already turning colder as the days went on, scarves and hats becoming the norm. Never had she seen it like this; while it’s safe to say that winter won’t be here for quite some time, she still finds herself wondering just why it was changing so drastically.
Better yet, how was it fall already when it felt like spring was only just yesterday?
Slipping into her Gigai, she lets her feet guide her as they walk through Karakura Town. She’s missed the place; many different reasons had put her out of commission, the most prominent and visible reason being that she had fallen heavily ill. While she was much better now and mostly healthy, her skin, which was already fair as it was, still carried remnants of the ailment. Why it took her so long, even she didn’t know but, all she knew was as soon as she was permitted to leave the Fourth Division, her mind and soul lead her here.
And, her feet, led her to the front of a very familiar house.
She wonders if any of the Kurosaki family were home; with how sporadic Isshin’s schedule was, and with Yuzu and Karin in school as well as Ichigo, she’s not surprised if they’re out enjoying what was left of good weather before snow hit. Still, she finds herself smiling softly before raising a gentle fist to knock on the door.
No doubt did she miss this place, and the people that resided here.
Especially a certain stubborn, but especially caring ginger whom she considered to be close friends with.
Cold. More like freezing his ass off since his father had thought it would be a good idea to jump through his window to wake him when it was closed. And just as the law of matter dictated, glass shattered everywhere–on his bed, his floor, his desk. And as he was cleaning up the mess–all on his own, might he add–even found several shards inside of his acoustic guitar. Naturally, he had to shake out his sheets, sweep everything up, and vacuum, lest one of his sisters come in and step on a fragment and cut the bottom of her foot, like he had for the umpteenth damn time. Shoving his covers into the washing machine since they were about due for a cleaning anyway, he was forced to huddle in a blanket whilst sitting on his desk chair, without the warmth of his thick covers which he would have normally still been lying in, half-asleep if it weren’t for his genius old man.
His cheek pressed against the surface of his freshly-wiped desk, his eyes still closed as he tried his hardest to catch what sleep he could. Sadly, none came, especially when he had to endure the stupid biting winds that flooded into his room every so often. Having about enough of the cold, he stood up, exiting his room and closing the door behind him.
He still silently cursed his father who’d had the nerve to leave with his sisters to go grocery shopping with them, since he thought it was necessary that they spend some ’quality time as a family.’ Funny how he wasn’t included.
His socked feet thudded lazily as he walked down the stairs and into the living room, and just as he was about to let his body give way onto the couch, he heard a knock at the door, making him groan in complaint. Shuffling down the hallway to the door, he clicked open the lock and pulled inward, his brows set in a hard scowl. Who was it this ti–
His whiskey hues widened, a mix of shock and confusion twisting into his features. He couldn’t even think of caring about how he probably looked like a mess. There was just no way in hell–
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