Gleemurai
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“Names have power. To name a thing is to invite it in.”
Ichigo Kurosaki buried himself in syntax and grammar, hiding from the world behind a wall of academic detachment. He wanted rules. He wanted the dry, bleached-clean certainty of a dead language that couldn't ask him for help.
Then Kisuke Urahara handed him a rubbing from an obsidian tablet that shouldn't exist.
But the text is a trap. It’s a set of blueprints for a god who’s been starving for an observer. Every jagged symbol Ichigo solves is more than a translation, it’s like a heartbeat. And he’s giving a ghost the permission it needs to breathe.
Aizen Sōsuke is less of a man as he is something impossible to describe, up until now. Having been nameless for eons, he is aching for the shape Ichigo’s syntax is giving him. He doesn't want to kill the only person with the vocabulary to describe him. He wants to be known by him, deeply, obsessively, until there’s no room left in Ichigo’s head for anything else.
(Or: Ichigo translates an eldritch horror into existence, and the horror decides to keep him.)