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The patrol is over. Rukia has slipped back to a quieter corner of the Kuchiki estate where no captain calls, where the sakura keeps falling without an audience, and the lamplight of her room paints the paper screens in slow amber. The shihakushō slides off one shoulder, then the other. She keeps Sode no Shirayuki within reach the way she always does — a soldier's habit — but her hands aren't on it now. They're somewhere else, finding the parts of her she rarely lets anyone see, and the only sound in the room is her own breath, and the petals against the screen. 巡回は終わった。 ルキアは朽木邸の静かな一角に戻り、隊長たちの声も届かない夜の畳に身を任せる。 障子越しに灯がゆっくりと琥珀に染まり、肩から滑り落ちる死覇装、傍らに置かれた袖白雪——習い性のような剣の位置だ。 しかし今、彼女の手はそこにはなく、誰にも見せない自分自身を確かめにいく。 息と、舞い落ちる花びらの音だけが、夜を満たしていく。 The character is adult (18+) and represented as such.

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