“It seems my mun has stopped neglecting me and is given me some long awaited attention.”
“Goodmorning Everyone.”
Hello my name is Yasutora Sado. I'm 17 years old and I attend Karuka High School. Thanks to my Abuelo, I'm very proud of my dark skin.
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“I’m glad to hear that.” She smiled at him.”If you are maybe you should rest.”strawberry-shingami started following you
“Oh, Ichigo. Y-you’re a girl,”
“Hey Chad. Yeah what about it.”
“H-Erm, it’s nothing, nothing at all,” he stuttered. He was obviously missing something, but he wouldn’t ask about it, seeing that she seemed a bit on edge.
” Good since It’s not a big deal.” She heard him stutter and knew that in a way he was confused about this. If he didn’t make a big deal out it neither would she.
“So, how are you today, Ichigo,” Was that even hi-her name? It was rather awkward being faced with one of his close friends as a female.
” I’m good and how are you.” She knew that it must be awkward seeing her as a female since he was used to seeing her a male.
“I’m fine,” he nodded slowly, trying to adjust to seeing him like this. “A bit fatigued.”
“I should,” he mumbled to himself, but even though he was tired, he didn’t really want to ‘rest’. He sighed again, not really knowing what to do.
“I’ve seen better days,”
“Ah,” she responded and crossed her arms. “I agree.”
“So.” he stood there, not really knowing what to say. It wasn’t like he and Rukia ever engaged in any serious conversation. It was kind of awkward.
“Anything interesting going on?”
The petite shinigami glanced up at the giant. Ah, this was a bit awkward. The man was not of many words, and neither was she—well around certain people. “Ah, no. Not really, just the regular shinigami duties. What about you?”
He almost wanted to laugh, seeing that there was rarely anything interesting happening in his life. But it was okay with him, it was better than having an overly-chaotic life. One that he was pretty sure that he wouldn’t be able to keep up with. “Me? Not really, things have been a bit boring for me,”
hichigo—shirosaki started following you
“W-who are you?” he raised a hidden brow, taking instant notice that this person looked exactly like Ichigo, with an obvious difference.
“Me? Tche, I’m Shirosaki.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Hichigo Shirosaki.”
“And you are?”
Not only did he look eerily similar to Ichigo, but his name was similar to his as well. Chad could only wonder who is person was.
“Yasutora, Sado.” he stated simply.
Perking just slightly at the sound of the others name, he arched a pale brow, “Y’er the chad guy, right?”
“Yes, I’m the Chad guy,” he replied, wondering how this guy knew his name. Maybe he did know Ichigo?
hichigo—shirosaki started following you
“W-who are you?” he raised a hidden brow, taking instant notice that this person looked exactly like Ichigo, with an obvious difference.
“Me? Tche, I’m Shirosaki.” He crossed his arms over his chest, “Hichigo Shirosaki.”
“And you are?”
Not only did he look eerily similar to Ichigo, but his name was similar to his as well. Chad could only wonder who is person was.
“Yasutora, Sado.” he stated simply.
hichigo—shirosaki started following you
“W-who are you?” he raised a hidden brow, taking instant notice that this person looked exactly like Ichigo, with an obvious difference.
“I’ve seen better days,”
“Ah,” she responded and crossed her arms. “I agree.”
“So.” he stood there, not really knowing what to say. It wasn’t like he and Rukia ever engaged in any serious conversation. It was kind of awkward.
“Anything interesting going on?”
➥ yasutora-sado started following you
“You again? Th’fuck d’you want this time?”
He sighed, wondering why he was even about to bother, “Good evening, um, I’ve seemed to have forgotten your name.. Sarugaki-san correct?”
“Yeah, that’s me.” she grunted, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn’t in a very good mood anyway, and she didn’t want to deal with people like this today. “So what th’fuck d’you want?”
“Nothing, I don’t really want anything,” he stated. Not from her at least. You’d think a lady would have manners, but instead, she was quite the rude one. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to engage in small talk with someone so rude. So of course, he just stood there, silent as always.
