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You smiled and he nodded as you walked over to him, holding a grocery bag.

It’s not uncommon that he’s here. His part time job is close to where you live, and his apartment is a little ways further. So times like this the both of you do run into each other on your way back.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?”

He looks away.

“Sure.”

You giggle to yourself as you both continue walking down the street. It’s been pretty quiet, and you suppose he prefers it. More often than not he’s yelling at you for running in head first. Although if you recall correctly, Rukia told you that Ichigo was the one who tended to go into battle without so much as a strategy.

Talk about pot calling the kettle black.

By the time you make it home, you’re slipping your shoes off and moving into the kitchen. It takes a while to prepare the meal, and Ichigo waits patiently, watching as you move round the room.

Something Kisuke had said to him is running through his head.

“Do you suppose that her abilities were a product of her parents?”

Ichigo’s head lowered.

“I’m not sure. They’re gone.”

“I see. I guess it’s good that she met you then, Ichigo.”

Kisuke was wearing a grin when he said it.

He’d learned a long time ago not to take stuff that pesky shopkeeper said too seriously, but on the inside, he wonders if you’re indeed happy that you met him. Because he’s been having a hard time thinking about much since he’s met you.

It’s a bit frustrating.

“Food is ready!!”

Your little cheer pulled his focus, and he just brushed off the thoughts as you served the food and took a seat. The meal is a needed distraction. He knows he should say something, but he’s not sure what to say. There’s so much he wants to ask, but it doesn’t feel like his place, or maybe that’s the excuse that keeps him comfortable.

“You’ve been really quiet Ichigo, something I should know about?”

You were wearing a smile and Ichigo was still wearing a frown as he continued to eat quietly. You just give a laugh. You know he’s been coming by more often just to keep you company. Since he found out you live on your own, he’s been like a puppy.

It’s sort of sweet.

“Thanks for the food.”

He placed the bowl down and you nod.

“Of course.”

You stand, taking the empty dishes as you move to the sink.

“Ichigo, I already told you, there’s no need to keep coming over because you’re worried. I’ve been on my own for over seven years now. Plus I have all of you. I don’t want to be a bother.”

Placing the dishes down, you hear his chair scrape against the ground as he rises from his seat. His footsteps are approaching and you turn to reassure him, but he’s much closer than you anticipated.

“That’s not the only reason that I come over.”

His statement makes you freeze in place, eyes trembling when you take in the look he’s now wearing. It isn’t an expression you’re used to.

“I-Ichigo you-”

His hands come down at the sides of you, and your cheeks turn red.

“Do you want me to stop coming by?”

The question makes you swallow.

“I-I..”

How do you answer the question? Your thoughts are jumbled. If you were expecting something, it wasn’t this. Your uncertainty makes him hesitant. His eyes lower, and he takes a step back.

“Sorry.”

He doesn’t say anything else, just turns and starts walking away. Your heart is still hammering, but the sight of his retreating form is a bit scary. You don’t want him to go.

“W-Wait!”

You rush forward and the uncalculated steps make you stumble. When he hears your yell of surprise, he turns on instinct, reaching for you. The collision makes you crash into him and you both hit the floor with a thud. You groan, and Ichigo is letting out similar sounds of pain. When he gathers himself, he looks up to inspect you for injury.

“Are you okay?”

You shift slightly, and once again, the space between the both of you is almost nonexistent. Your eyes grow wide, and when he notices the same, his breath hitches. You’re so close that he can almost feel your soft breaths. Your eyes show a bit of surprise and maybe, maybe even…

He curses internally, looking away as he’s mentally scolding himself.

“I need to apologize.”

About before for starters. It’s clear that he’d startled you, and the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable around him. He can’t imagine you wearing anything but a smile when you look at him, he doesn’t want to imagine it.

“I..I didn’t mean to back you into a corner.”

He mumbles.

His eyes are directed elsewhere.

Your cheeks are still quite flushed, but you have to admit that having him look at you that way, it was unexpected, but very nice. You gulp, working up the nerve.

“Do you…do you come by so often because you like to see me, Ichigo?”

The last thing he expects you to ask is that, and when he turns back to look at you, he’s about to vehemently deny it, but when he sees that hopeful look in your eyes, he all but swallows his tongue.

“I..I…”

He’s stammering, and you lean closer to urge a response, but it’s making the matter worse.

“C-Could you stop getting so close!!”

He lifts his hand to put some distance between the both of you, but you take his wrist and press it to your chest.

His face heats up.

“W-What the hell are you doing!!”

He’s about to yell at you for making such a clearly reckless and quite tempting move, but when he feels the excessive thumping beneath his palm, his expression evens out. Your lips are quivering, and you look so vulnerable, yet taken with the idea that he might feel even a piece of what you do right now.

His expression grows soft, and when you release his hand, he can tell you’re about to explain yourself, but he doesn’t give you a chance to. His hand slips into your hair as he pulls you in. You squeak as you’re drawn in for a kiss. He can feel the slight tremble of your hands.

It’s obvious the action had caught you off guard. But now that you’re both chest to chest, he can feel your heartbeat much more clearly, and it’s going twice as fast as before. He blushed despite himself, deepening the kiss, and you reciprocate, a small sound of content echoing in the space.

He was foolish to think he could play it off, or try and act like it was a mistake on his part. He’s wanted to hold you like this for a while now.

Those few fleeting seconds end far too soon. You pull back slightly, lips parted, eyes holding so much care as you admire him above. He smiles, and your hands smoothen against his chest, your blush still present.

“Do you..want to come over again tomorrow..”

You ask a bit meekly, clearly still flustered from the kiss. He has to admit that this side of you is cute.

“I’d like that.”

You nod bashfully, burying your face in his chest as he chuckles, running a hand behind your head.

Any normal person would take such news a bit badly. After all, Ichigo, Rukia and Sado had just saved you from getting squashed by a beast with a white mask. Now standing on a twenty story building, you stare at them.

“So you’re saying…I can do the things that you do?”

Rukia nodded, fully expecting your hesitance.

“You’re not a soul reaper, but I felt your spiritual pressure. You have the necessary abilities. You can do anything you put your mind to.”

You lowered your head, and Ichigo took a step forward at your silence.

“This is….AWESOME!!!!”

They all flinched at your outburst, and Ichigo’s face went blank, right before he started yelling.

“W-What kind of reaction is that!”

When you lifted your head, you were grinning twice as wide, and Rukia and Sado seemed unsure of how to proceed further.

“Is it possible she’s in shock?” Rukia questioned.

Ichigo sighed, placing his palm over his face.

“You said I could do anything right?”

Rukia’s brows furrowed at the overly excited look on your face.

“Y-Yes. Essentially.”

“Works for me!!”

Ichigo gaped when you went sprinting over to the edge of the building.

“Geronimo!!!!”

When you jumped off the edge they all panicked.

“(Y/N)!!!”

Ichigo dashed off after to help you, but the minute he made it to the edge, he heard your laughter, right before you went shooting back up into the sky at an alarming speed.

All they could truly do is stare. You were making various circles and turns in the air right over them. Ichigo would have continued lecturing you, but the purely elated look on your face as you soared through the sky, he couldn’t get himself to do much but admire it.

Admire you.

Maybe that’s when he knew that looking after you would be a task. Maybe if you’d been the least bit afraid, or cautious he would have felt more reassured. But with everything that was dished at you, you dove in head first.

The first training session with Kisuke, Ichigo had offered to help you, just to ensure you didn’t get hurt. He intended to take it easy, but you’d run right at him, and when he moved to avoid the blow, your hand connected with a boulder and the structure shattered. You of course hadn’t predicted it either and ended up crashing right into the rubble.

When the dust cleared, he wasn’t sure what he would see, but you were stumbling to your feet with the biggest smile despite the bruises now on your face. He meant to tell you to take it easy, but you just kept coming at him.

The both of you had ended up training for over an hour before your body finally gave out. Even when you were on the verge of passing out, you still smiled.

Kisuke looked altogether ecstatic. You were probably the first person he trained that didn’t feel the need to question all of his instructions.

As any sane person should.

“You want me to fight the girl?”

Ururu was shifting in place, and Kisuke nodded.

“Yes. You seem very able, Ururu would be a great test.”

Ichigo felt a bit relieved. Surely you wouldn’t just accept that explanation.

“Sounds good to me!”

“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN IT SOUNDS GOOD!!”

Ichigo was fuming at your clear lack of common sense, and you just grinned, rushing at Ururu who really was tougher than she looked.

You got one solid hit in, and just like that, you’d turned into a rag doll. You had been body slammed a total of six times before Kisuke called it off. Ururu was slightly injured herself, but it’s clear you’d take the brunt of the attacks.

Ichigo stepped over to your fallen form, and when you saw his shadow cast over you, you just gave him a thumbs up, still wearing a smile.

Letting out a heavy sigh, he held out a hand and you took it gratefully as he pulled you off the floor.

Your shenanigans continued.

It would be a lie to say he didn’t enjoy the company. There were times you would show up when there were hollow disturbances in the area. The first time, there were just three of them. He’d fought much worse, but they were faster than expected. So a few of his attacks had not landed the way he hoped.

He was ready to release his shikai when he saw the back of your hoodie. You were quick, thanks to Kisuke’s training of course. With one firm kick, you’d manage to catch one of them off guard, and the distraction gave him an opening to strike the other two. With one swift swipe of his blade, they were gone.

So was the one you’d harshly kicked.

When they dissipated, you were right back at his side in the air, wearing the happiest expression.

For a moment, he’s just found himself taking in how effortlessly happy you were. Not just when you were training, or talking, or even fighting. There was just something bright about the way you were that he wasn’t always exposed to.

A light he hadn’t realized he appreciated until then.

It was strangely….nice.

Maybe there was more to it, more to you. He was looking forward to figuring it out.

“So this is the Soul Society! This is so cool, and all of you wear such cool robes too! Awesome!”

You were pulling and tugging at Ukitake’s captain’s cloak and Ichigo just took a seat with Rukia, clearly expecting the reaction. Ukitake merely smiled, Shunsui next to him grinning when you moved over to inspect his coat.

“Quite a lively one you brought Ichigo.” Shunsui commented.

“I don’t know her,”

Ichigo said, turning his head.

You just laughed, taking a seat.

“This is amazing. You guys are incredible. All this time you’ve been protecting us from hollows. Arigatou!”

You bowed, and they looked a bit surprised at the gesture. When you straightened, the smile you wore emitted a light that brightened up the atmosphere. They all seemed taken for a moment.

Then you just went on talking.

“So I heard there’s a fox soul reaper, where is he? I wanna meet him!”

You were practically bouncing off the walls, and it became clear that your energy would not die out until you were able to meet said reaper.

Rukia had ended up taking you over to see the rest of the Sereitei. Ichigo was seated with Ukitake who was sipping his tea and relaxing as they watched the sky.

“Rukia told me that she was rescued from a hollow. It must have been a scary experience for her.”

Ichigo shook his head as he recalled the meeting.

“We saved her. Thought she’d be scared shitless but she jumped off a damn building right after she heard that she could do what we could.”

He rubbed his head in annoyance and Ukitake merely smiled.

“She’s a very free spirit.”

“All she does is smile. I think something is wrong with her brain.” Ichigo grumbled.

That felt like an understatement given some of the things you’d done. Maybe he was a little annoyed with himself, because he felt like he was constantly keeping an eye out to make sure you didn’t accidentally off yourself. It had only been a few months, but at least you’d picked up battle skills fairly quick, as well as flash step.

Ukitake placed his cup down.

“Sometimes the people who’ve suffered the most tend to wear the biggest smiles.”

Ukitake’s statement made him pause, and he looked back, a bit shaken at the thought. Maybe it wasn’t so much the words, but the potential truth behind it. He meant to ask for advice.

“Ichigo!!”

Your call diverted his attention, and his face went blank at the person, or people that were with you.

“Ichigo, nice of you to visit.”

That menacing energy, those fight craved eyes, it always brought trouble.

“Ichi Ichi!!”

The pink haired reaper waved.

You were holding Kenpachi’s hand as if he were a friend, and Ichigo started sweating profusely. In one swift move Kenpachi’s sword was drawn and Ichigo was backing up into the wall.

“FIGHT ME ICHIGO!!

“G-GYAH!!”

His yell echoed throughout the Seireitei.

Safe to say the trip had abruptly ended after that.

“Gomen, he said he was a good friend and Yachiru was so cute.” You gush.

He was still frowning, clearly annoyed. You had offered to have him over for dinner as an apology. So he agreed, reluctantly.

Stepping through your door, he excused himself as you slid off your shoes and he did the same. He expected to be greeted by someone, after all, it was a pretty big house. Yet, when he looked up, it was quiet. There was one only one other pair of shoes at the door, and from the size, it was clearly yours.

“You live here alone?”

“Hai. Make yourself at home.”

You were heading right for the kitchen, and he followed behind, taking in the few pictures that were hung, and the others that laid on your shelves. From the looks of it, you had a family, at least from what he could see. When he got closer, it became clear that a few of these had to have been taken a few years ago, because you looked a bit younger.

His eyes moved to your form in the kitchen, and when he stepped in, you turned.

“Hmm, is everything alright?”

You placed the veggies down, confused by his burdened look.

“Your family…”

He wasn’t sure how to approach the question, and for once, the smile on your face, it wasn’t one of elation, but sadness.

“They’re gone.”

You said it as if you’d answered the question many times before, and he expected some type of reaction, but your expression was almost comforting, as if you were trying to take the sadness off his shoulders.

“I’m fine, Ichigo. Really. I met you, Rukia and Sado. Ukitake, Shunsui, Orihime, Kiskuke and so many more. Family isn’t just the people we are related to. They’re the people that care about you, the people you care about. I’m surrounded by so many amazing people, so there’s no reason to be sad.”

You looked genuinely happy with your situation, and he just gave a slow nod.

The dinner that the both of you shared was fairly quiet. He couldn’t get his thoughts to settle, or maybe he’d just gained a deeper respect for you. When he lost his mother, a part of him had shut down. He’d hardened himself to look after his family.

Protect them.

At some point he’d forgotten how to really smile.

Regardless of what he’d lost, he still had Yuzu, Karin and Isshin, but you…you were pretty much alone and you spent every single day with the warmest smile on your face.

It was humbling.

After the meal, you ended up sitting on the top of your roof, looking at the sun that was about to set as you told him of some of the other reapers you met before you got separated from Rukia and ran into Kenpachi and Yachiru.

He could hear you rambling, but the words weren’t truly registering, and finally, he had to voice his thoughts.

“You don’t have to pretend to be strong all the time just so people won’t worry.”

It sounded like a scolding, and your ranting stopped. Ichigo was glaring at the space ahead, and you couldn’t help but find it a bit endearing. He was just worried. You’ve been around him long enough to understand his need to help everyone, from strangers, to friends, to family.

He couldn’t help himself.

“Ichigo, there’s always going to be sadness, things that we can’t control. Rather than worry about everything that can go wrong, sometimes it’s just easier to smile and have faith that life will work itself out. Don’t you think so?”

He contemplated, and the longer he thought about it, the more he had to admit that he agreed.

There were so many painful things that had happened in his life, but also really great things. He’d befriended Rukia, Ishida, even managed to make allies of everyone in the Soul Society. Through all the wars, pain, even death, he was still standing, and he still had his friends, his family.

You were relatively alone and you still powered through everyday with that ideal.

“Sometimes the people who’ve suffered the most tend to wear the biggest smiles.”

Ukitake’’s words rang in his head, and Ichigo turned to you, taking in the smile on your face. His eyes softened, and when he reached out and took your hand. Your eyes opened as you stared back at him.

“I guess you’re right.”

He was wearing a smile too, and you just let out a laugh, nodding in agreement as you both sat there, enjoying the sunset.

The silence settled for a second, and then you pointed ahead.

“Let’s go jump off that bridge!!”

“Not a chance!!”

Awkward was an understatement. For the last week you’ve been pretty much avoiding him. Given the fact that you worked part time at the hospital and he has his own job with Ikumi, it’s not like it was that hard. 

You thought the needed distance would give you the time to work through what you learned. 

“It’s because you’re in love with Ichigo.” 

Your grip tightened on your bag as you walked through the streets of Karakura. 

He said love, you didn’t imagine it. They were all there. You thought for sure when that statement was made, Ichigo would have been the first to protest, or at least become embarrassed, but there was an acceptance in his eyes that was just as baffling. Almost like he knew, or had hoped that it was true. 

You felt stupid. How could you have been with him so long and not even know how you felt. It didn’t make sense. Were you that invested in life that something so simple had completely bypassed your understanding. 

The longer you think about it, the less you feel like you understand. When your feet stepped into sand, you looked up. You hadn’t even realized that you made it to the park, those pairs of swings so familiar. 

“I figured you’d be here.” 

You jolted and when you turned he was right there. There was a small smile on his lips as he gave a wave. 

Your eyes shook and you found yourself ready to run again. You tried, but you made one jump and Ichigo was right behind you, taking a hold of your wrist. You wouldn’t look at him. 

“Quit running will ya!” 

“N-No!!” 

He was annoyed, because you were trying to free yourself and you still refused to look at him. 

“Just look at me.” 

He took a hold of your shoulders, turning you to face him. When he finally got a look, his eyes widened, heart beating quickly. Your shy gaze was staring right back at him, cheeks thoroughly flushed, eyes emitting a vulnerability that made him understand that you weren’t running because the feelings were unrequited. He could see how much you cared about him. You were just a bit embarrassed, maybe a bit confused.

But he could see it..love. 

His expression was tender, and when he took a step, you weren’t sure what to expect. With one carefully gentle move, his lips were pressed softly against your own. Your eyes were the size of saucers and you finally stopped resisting. Maybe your brain had short circuited. You weren’t sure. But at that moment, the feel of his kiss, it didn’t feel real. 

Like a movie, all those memories, all those looks that you’d exchanged, words that you spoke, it all played back and you found your eyes fluttering close as you bashfully reciprocated the kiss. A soft whimper left you when you felt him deepen the kiss. Your face was possibly every existing shade of red, but you didn’t care. For something so sudden, it all felt right. 

When Ichigo finally parted, it was slow. Your hands moved to your chest, heart still hammering, because his eyes looked so soft, filled with such an adoration that you couldn’t believe you’d never noticed before. It became apparent that the reason that confession wasn’t a shock, well, it was because he’d felt that way for who knows how long. 

“Ichigo..” 

He looked away. 

“Sorry.” 

There was a delicate blush on his cheeks. Obviously that action had been an impulse. 

“How long have you-” 

“Since we met.” 

No…

That was impossible, you couldn’t have been that blind. 

“I told you I would protect you.” 

His eyes finally landed back on you and all those times, suddenly it felt like everything was slowly coming together. You still can’t believe that you’d never once questioned it. Looking at him now, it’s clear as day. 

“I love you, and I’ll always protect you.” 

This time he’s looking at you fully and those words are said so confidently. You’re in awe, just when you thought he couldn’t get more amazing. 

Ichigo continues to exceed your expectations. Looking at him now, all you can do is smile, those happy tears are unable to keep at bay. 

“A-Arigatou!” 

It may take a while for you to figure this all out, but you’re not alone, so you know it’ll be just fine. 

~Extra~

“S-So we’re a couple..” 

You murmur. Now standing in Orihime’s apartment, you felt it appropriate to inform your friends of the newest development. 

Orihime clapped happily and both Sado and Uryuu merely nodded. 

“Finally, you’re so clueless (Y/N)-san.” 

Uryuu spoke casually. 

“W-What do you mean!!” 

“Kurosaki-kun has been in love for years.” Orhime chirped. 

Ichigo blushed. 

“T-There’s no way you guys knew!” 

“We did,” Sado confirmed. 

“Why didn’t anyone say anything!” You complain. 

“I wanted to but Ishida-san said you would figure it out. Then we forgot.” Orihime spoke. 

You couldn’t believe this. 

“I really am an idiot.” 

You sulk. 

You’re also very grateful for Byakuya’s intervention. While he’s very curt with his words and orders, there’s that underlying care that’s forever present. Like whenever he’s around Rukia. Her rank as a Head Captain demands respect, you know that’s why he tends to stick closer. Regardless of how much her abilities have improved, he’s still rather protective of her. 

“Kuchiki-taicho, is there anything else?” 

He shook his head, and Rukia smiled, placing her cup of tea down. 

“You’ve gotten stronger.” 

You blinked, cheeks flushing as you scratched your head. 

“I-I guess so.” 

You’re still getting the hang of controlling said strength. Renji is grinning from his spot and from the look you know he’s about to say something stupid. But the door before you slides open aggressively. 

“WHY THE HELL WON’T YOU GUYS KEEP KENPACHI ON A LEASH!!” 

It’s Ichigo. 

His robes are torn and from the bruises on his cheek, it’s clear he’d made a narrow escape. Rukia looks ready to scold him for his intrusion, but his eyes turn in your direction and he straightens. You’re just sort of staring. While you’re no longer cowering at the sight of him, there’s still a level of intrigue when he does show up. 

“It’s you again..” 

He murmurs. 

You’re once again a bit flustered. You were hoping the next time he showed up you would be more sure, helpful. After all, you owed him at least that much. You’re not sure how to really act, and you just end up bowing. 

“O-Ohaiyo Kurosaki Ichigo!!” 

He sweat drops at the manner of address. 

“Just Ichigo is fine.” 

“Hai, Kurosaki-san.” 

“Ichigo.” 

“Hai!!” 

You still haven’t straightened and he just sighs. Rukia looks a bit relieved, and Byakuya watches silently. 

“You look like crap, you should head over to Hanataro.” Renji advises. Ichigo just looks annoyed and when you rise, you notice that he does look a bit worse for wear. Knowing Kenpachi he probably tossed him around before he managed to get away. 

You realize now that he’ll be off again and you haven’t fully apologized or made up for what happened. 

“This is my chance!” 

“I-I can escort you over Kurosaki-san!” 

Your determination is a bit alarming. 

“I-It’s fine. I know how to get there.” 

He takes a step, but you block his path. 

“Please! Let me escort you!” 

It’s clear that you won’t take no for an answer. Ichigo relents. 

“Fine.” 

He grumbles. 

Your eyes light up as you turn back to Byakuya. 

“I will return with him fully healed Taicho.” 

“I expect nothing less.” Byakuya states. 

You beam, moving back to Ichigo. 

“Let’s go.” 

Ichigo is about to step forward, but he’s startled when you lift him and heave him over your shoulder. 

“W-What the hell!!” 

“You’re injured, leave it to me!!” 

Before he has a chance to complain, you’re gone. Renji just snickers. 

“That poor idiot, now he’ll never get rid of her.” 

That was in fact very true. 

After that encounter, you were stuck to his side throughout every visit. You were keen to know the days he would drop by and you were the first person he would see when stepping out of the gate. You made a habit of getting there before Kenpachi to avoid past situations. 

Ichigo understood that you were just trying to be helpful, apologize, but it seemed that you’d taken it completely to heart. For the next few months with every visit, you were like a maid at his beck and call. He wasn’t sure how to respond, because you’d say outrageous things with a straight face. 

“You look tired, would you like me to carry you?” 

“Your robes are torn, let me sew it for you!” 

“If Kenpachi ambushes you again I will gladly be a decoy and withstand any injury, even death if necessary!” 

“Please let me check your body, you might have other injuries!”

He wasn’t sure how to act. The most recent visit he decided against telling anyone. He just showed up hoping to avoid the hassle. Unfortunately he wasn’t as slick as he thought. He managed one step before you were right in front of him. 

“I knew I felt your reiatsu crossing through the gate. You should be careful, Kurosaki-san. I would hate for you to run into someone like Zaraki-taicho.” 

Running into the crazed reaper felt almost better at the moment. 

“I’ll be fine.” 

He stepped around you and you just trailed behind with a smile. 

There was a part of him that knew he should be happy, after all, you weren’t running away from him or looking at him like he was some monster. The circumstances should be a relief, but at the back of his mind he couldn’t fight the feeling that it was all just a way to make up for it. Even the moments with you that he did enjoy, like when you both stopped by Jushiro’s for a treat.

“Ukitake-taicho this is delicious!” 

You were eating the soup hurriedly. 

“Oii! Slow down, it's hot!” 

Ichigo’s scolding words made you look up with a blink. There was a small piece of beef stuck to your cheek and he reached over with a napkin wiping it off. It was instinctive, at the time it felt no different from what he did for his sisters when they were younger, however the smile you sent him had caught him off guard. 

Your cheeks were red, whether from the steamy meal or your general enjoyment of it all. 

At that moment, all he wanted was to see that again. The pure joy you seem to emit. You looked so carefree and it left a warmth in his chest. 

He didn’t realize how much he appreciated your crazy presence until that moment. That’s why your attentiveness was disheartening, because it wasn’t for him, not really. It was some obligation towards a situation you felt guilty about. 

He stopped abruptly and you did too.

“Is something wrong Kurosaki-san?” 

“You can leave now, I know how to get to the barracks without causing an issue.” 

“It’s really no problem, I’m happy to-” 

“No.”

His tone was firm and he still wouldn’t fully look at you. 

“I’ve got it from here.” 

With a blink, he was gone, flash stepping away. You just stared, a bit unsure of what you’d done because he was clearly upset about something. 

Now without any tasks, you just drifted back to your squad. You tried to rid it from your mind, but it wouldn’t leave you. After an hour or two of moving aimlessly in the sixth squad, you intended to pay Rukia a visit, if nothing but to walk Ichigo back. 

“He’s already left.” 

Rukia’s words confused you because he always came to see you before he would head back. Now you were certain you’d done something wrong. 

You couldn’t leave things like this. 

There was only one thing to do. 

~Karakura Town~

“That was a quick trip, did they get tired of you?” 

Jinta was laughing boisterously. He expected a retaliation, but Ichigo just walked past him. 

“See you later Kisuke.”

He exited the shop, heading down the street. In the back of his mind he understood that it was childish to leave without even telling you, but he couldn’t get his mind to stop thinking about it. 

“Is your hair really natural?” 

“You’re really nice even though you look scary.” 

“T-This candy is melting in my mouth, it's delicious!”

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Zaraki-taicho just really respects your ability, that’s why he tries to kill you every chance he gets.” 

These were all things that you’ve said to him, moments he’d shared. With how crazy your first meeting was, he supposed it made you unapologetically honest, and there was a part of him that appreciated the transparency. 

It just made it harder for him.

The sound of your call was forever engraved in his mind and more than anything, he just wanted it to be more. 

He wanted more.

“Kurosaki-san?

“Kurosaki-san..” 

“Kurosaki-san!!!

The last call had him blinking and he was surprised when you dropped right in front of him. 

“I found you Kurosaki-san! Why didn’t you say goodbye? Is everything alright? Were you injured by Zaraki-taicho again?” 

You moved to check and he stepped back, this time glaring. 

“You don’t have to keep chasing after me, I know you just feel guilty.” 

From your expression it's clear you weren’t expecting that. You seemed hurt, and he immediately regretted it. With a soft exhale, he turned. 

“Forget about it. Just go back.” 

He intended to disappear again, if nothing but to save face. It was wrong to take it out on you, but he was agitated. You following him all the way here was just proof that whatever this was would never be genuine. 

Just as he planned to leave, you grabbed his sleeve and he halted. 

“I-It’s not just guilt.”

Your lips quivered and Ichigo looked down. 

“W-We’re friends aren’t we?” 

You sounded like it would break your heart if he said otherwise. He felt the uncomfortable twist in his gut, because the last thing he wanted was to make you feel bad. He fully turned and you released his shirt. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but a hug wasn’t it. Your eyes were wide, face partially buried into his chest. He was holding you so tightly, and when you felt the soft breath he let out, you found your body relaxing. There was just something right about being this close to him. 

“We’re friends.” 

As a lower level subordinate, you knew there was a range in ability. 

Power. 

You supposed you just thought that one day that barrier would mean nothing to you. But standing there, watching the very image of a hollow in soul reaper form, it was terrifying. The mere fact that you were standing in the presence of its spiritual pressure was a miracle in itself. All you heard was word of Rukia’s injury and you came to help. 

But that thing..it was protecting her. 

You lectured yourself to grab her and move, run, do something, but you couldn’t get your body to react. You weren’t even sure you were fully breathing anymore. 

The hollow that came in its path had been sliced with ease, it barely lifted a finger. One clean swipe and that was it, the hollow was gone. Your trembling form just gaped at the dissipating remnants of a threat. 

Standing protectively in front of Rukia, you lifted your blade and when it turned to you, there was a part of you that assumed you were dead. 

It released a roar and you heard the stagger of your heart, you fear was the only thing that felt real in that moment. 

Maybe that’s why its statement had utterly confused and terrified you. 

“I will protect them.” 

Your eyes opened lazily and you stared at the ceiling. Lifting your hand, you marveled at your fingers. 

“A memory..” 

That very one always appeared when there was word of his return. 

Kurosaki Ichigo. 

His visits were often. 

After Aizen and even Ginjo’s rebellion, it was common for the substitute reaper to stop by. It’s been years since then. With his recent recovery of ability you could practically feel the energy of the Soul Society change. Renji and Rukia were more lively. Hanataro seemed altogether happy. Byakuya, although forever stoic, even he seemed pleased at the circumstances. 

You should be overjoyed, ecstatic. After all, Ichigo has done nothing but protect the Soul Society time and time again. He is a hero, something you’d always envied. Yet every time there was even a mention of that name, something in your body just froze, panicked. 

Then those dreams would break through and you felt paralyzed, helpless. 

That day, he could have easily killed you. You heard the stories of what went down in Hueco Mundo. But before that moment you’d coughed it all up to exaggeration. When you actually experienced it, there was just a part of you that needed to be far away from it, from him. 

Rising to your feet, you grabbed your zanpakuto from the wall as you slid it into your belt, ready to start the day. 

The busy atmosphere was expected. After all that happened, things were returning to a state of normalcy. The minute you landed in the sixth squad, you were ready for whatever task your captain had for you. 

“Kuchiki-taicho.” 

You bowed upon entry to his office, Renji already at his side. 

“Please deliver these to squad four.” Byakuya ordered. 

“Hai!” 

You took the stack happily. 

“Oii, don’t go getting distracted!!” Renji calls. 

So maybe your attention span wasn’t the best, but you always got the job done. With a grin, you were skipping through the barracks. The fourth squad was much closer, so it wouldn’t take that long. 

Maybe you could have a nice chat with Hanataro while you were there. Smiling, you were humming as you kept on your journey. You’d only stop when someone called to you. Skating to a halt, you tried to place the male voice. 

“Hey, do you know where Rukia is? She was supposed to meet me at the gate. Why the hell did they let Kenpachi of all people come get me!” 

He was complaining, and you could understand. You laughed, turning to give instruction. He must have been one of the many human visitors from Karakura Town. 

“I can take you to Rukia-san if you…” 

Every muscle in your body went still and all you released was one single breath. 

Orange hair, brown eyes, it was him..

You swallowed and he moved closer to probably address you, but you gasped, dropping all the documents in your hands. The stack fell, a few sheets soaring away with the wind, adding to his confusion. 

“Hey! Your stuff is flying away.” 

He intended to help, and instinctively, you must have released a mass of spiritual pressure, because he staggered at the change and all you could get yourself to do was take unsteady steps back. Your eyes were wide with fear, body shaking. 

There was a significant change in his expression, from confusion to possibly understanding. He lifted his hand and you flinched at the very moment you saw the flapping of captain robes. The figure on the back of the coat was a dead give away of your superior. He was standing in front of you almost protectively, clearly expecting a threat. Renji appeared seconds after, looking over puzzled. 

“What the hell Ichigo?” 

He was clearly trying to gauge the situation, and Byakuya’s gaze shifted in your direction. You were still releasing an alarming amount of reiatsu. When he saw the terror on your face, it became clear what the threat was, at least in your eyes. 

“Calm down.” 

It was said so firmly that you blinked, now looking up at him. Byakuya’s authority was something most people feared, but for you, it has always been more about respect. Maybe that’s why you were able to finally exhale. It was a shallow breath, and in a matter of seconds he could feel your spiritual pressure lowering. Your breathing was starting to return to an even level, and this time you looked up at Byakuya apologetically. 

“G-Gomen Taicho..” 

It was just above a whisper. He said nothing, just turned to Renji. 

“Escort her back to our squad barracks, I will take Ichigo to the Head Captain.” 

“Hai, Taicho.” 

Renji turned to you, lifting you into his arms as he took off. The second you were gone, Ichigo’s eyes seemed to trail over in that general direction. 

“I know her..”

He wanted nothing more but to banish that look. In truth he hadn’t seen such unfiltered horror since that time with Orihime. It had taken so much for her to gaze at him without feeling like a monster. 

He thought he was past it, but the suddenness of the situation had caught him off guard. It was painful to think about. You were so scared that you’d unconsciously triggered your reiatsu defensively. 

“Let’s go.” 

Byakuya said nothing else, because there was a part of him that understood that the words Ichigo needed to hear would not mean much coming from him. 

~

“Damn it..” 

You were embarrassed to say that least. 

To make matters worse, Renji had to be the one to carry you back. 

“You’re heavier than you look.” 

The statement caused a pulse on your head. 

“YOU BASTARD!!” 

With a firm kick to his jaw he was down for the count. 

Now seated in the barracks, Byakuya has not so subtly kept asking you to complete tasks within the squad. You knew it was more for your piece of mind. You wanted nothing more than to pretend that the incident didn’t happen, but it was impossible. You feel pathetic, clinging onto the past. But you couldn’t help it. At that moment you realize that you’d never dealt with it. 

That fear. 

So much had happened during that time that there was never a chance to address it. You never confronted the situation and now it was coming back to bite you in the ass. 

With a heavy sigh, you finished the last of the filing, now bored and embarrassed. Moping through the squad, you just seemed to run through all the reasons why you’d probably be stuck as a lower level subordinate for the foreseeable future. 

“I’m useless.” 

“You’re strong.” 

Your body processed the owner of the voice before your mind truly did and you were once again standing in that open space, staring at him. He didn’t move and you couldn’t breathe. 

“Byakuya told me to steer clear of you while I was here, but I had to..I needed to apologize..” 

You were startled at how hurt he looked, or maybe that was..shame?

“I thought you looked familiar. You were there that day in the squad barracks, with Rukia.”

The mention of it had every single memory rushing back and the roar echoed in your head. Your eyes shook and Ichigo looked away. 

“I’m not a monster, and I won’t hurt you. I just needed you to know that.” 

He turned his back and you felt the twist in your gut. In your head you know, he’s an ally, but your body wouldn’t give you the satisfaction. More than anything you felt awful for treating him like that, looking at him that way, but it was hard. 

Your silence must have been all he needed. He took a step, and even though every bone in your body was screaming with fear, you still managed to get a word out. 

“W-Wait!!” 

He froze in place, and you pressed your hand to your chest, clutching the front of your robes. Ichigo finally willed himself to turn around, and he was stunned to see the tears rushing down your cheeks. He could see it, the fear, it was still there, but there was also sorrow, regret, pain. 

He could see how difficult it was for you to stand there, in front of him. 

“T-Thank you for always protecting us!!” 

You bowed and your tears pittered to the ground, heart racing. 

Ichigo knew that despite everything, your reaction wasn’t intentional. With a solemn smile, he nodded. 

“You’re welcome.” 

You were waving happily and he walked over, hands in his pockets.

You seem to make more trips to Karakura. So it’s not surprising when Kisuke informed him that you were dropping by.

“If you need a place, you can always stay here (Y/N)-san~”

Ichigo delivered a kick to the former reaper's face, an imprint now present as he dropped to the ground.

“Quit being a creep.”

You were about to check on Kisuke, but Ichigo just pulled you away. You’re not that surprised at Ichigo’s behavior.

“You should be nicer to him Kurosaki-san.”

“You need to be better at spotting people’s intentions!”

He looked annoyed and you just tilted your head to the right, a lost expression planted on your face.

“She’s worse than me!”

He was used to people saying he was oblivious, but it’s clear that you have taken the cake in that department.

“Forget about it.”

So you just nod, following him down the street. Rukia asked you to keep an eye out for any rise in hollow activity and you were happy to assist. You liked coming to the World of the Living and you enjoyed being around Ichigo even more.

“Kurosaki-san…”

Your mind trailed off as you cast your gaze in his direction. That usual frown is planted, eyes ahead. Something you’ve come to realize is that it isn’t just his reiatsu that’s strong, but it’s just about everything. He carries himself with a sense of confidence and it’s done with such ease. You know since he was young he’s probably had to shoulder a lot. Having his abilities could not have been easy. Yet time after time, he’s fought. Each battle he’s managed to come out on top, change perspectives, turn enemies into allies. It’s so weird remembering how it all started.

In the beginning he was nothing more than a Ryoka that the soul society wanted to exterminate. Now he’s one of the most trusted reapers in the Gotei 13.

He’s so effortlessly amazing, you can’t help but internally gush. Maybe that’s why Rukia’s previous words are still lingering in your head.

“What about Ichigo?”

“Everything is fine with Ichigo. We’re friends now!”

Her brows knitted.

“Friends?”

“Hai, is something wrong?”

She just shook her head.

“It’s nothing, you just seemed closer than simply friends. Pay no mind to it, it might just be my imagination.”

It seemed so minor, yet you couldn’t stop thinking about it. There was a part of you that started to wonder as well. Because that day when he tried to cut ties with you, it hurt, more than you would have expected. You kept thinking about how painful it would be if you both went back to being mere strangers.

Maybe it’s instinct on your part, but you reach for him and Ichigo stops when he feels the tug at the back of his shirt. His eyes move to your form and when you look up at him, the vulnerability you show has him a bit flushed. Your eyes seem to hold a plea, one you desperately want to convey, and he swallows, unsure of where this conversation will go. Every encounter with you seems to leave him a bit flustered. It’s hard to predict what you’ll do next.

“Kurosaki-san I-”

The distinctive cry of a hollow pulls you out of the daze and his gaze hardens. He turns back to you and you nod. You both slide the pill out of your pockets, swallowing as your bodies eject. Kon is quick with a salute and you instruct your mod soul to follow Kon back to safety. You take off with Ichigo, ready to face the danger.

The hollow isn’t that far.

A few jumps and you can see it on the top of a building.

“Looks like this one is mine.”

He moves a bit quicker and you flinch.

“N-No fair!!”

You chase behind him in protest.

Safe to say the hollow didn’t stand a chance. It didn’t even take ten minutes. The both of you were done in ample time.

Now standing in the empty sky, you couldn’t help but admire the view from above. You’re used to traveling from such heights, so it’s not a new sight. You’ve been to the town a handful of times, but each visit you seem to discover something beautiful. Your pause draws Ichigo’s attention and he looks over, admiring the way the wind blows as you look on, almost in awe of everything.

His gaze softens, now doing his own little admirations. He’d like to say that it’s easy being this close to you, but it’s a bit hard when he’s come to realize his own feelings. A huge part of it had to do with his reaction to your actions when he thought they were built on guilt.

Now that you’re both at more even footing, it feels selfish to push for more. But in a way, he feels like he’s entitled. He’s always been good at putting the needs of everyone before himself. He couldn’t help it, it was just normal, natural. He’d happily endure pain if it meant someone else was spared.

Yet this time, he didn’t want to endure, he wanted to indulge. But as it stood, that might not be possible. Turning his gaze, he exhaled.

“We should head back.”

You lift your head, nodding.

“Hai.”

Just like that, you’re both back at his apartment, relaxing. This is the first time you’ve been in his room, so he expects curiosity. You marvel at everything.

“This lamp is extraordinary!!”

You’re referring to the lava lamp and he holds in a laugh. Sometimes he forgets that you’re not used to the technology in this world. He was about to take a seat and let you discover whatever else you found interesting when he seemed to recall something.

“Hey, what were you trying to tell me earlier?”

You turn, a bit puzzled.

“Earlier?”

It takes a moment, but when you do, your face is red. His brows furrowed in interest as he moved closer.

“What is it?”

You start fiddling with your hands and he’s even more confused, but the redder your cheeks get, the more the situation seems to connect in his mind. You’re stammering and his eyes drop to your lips for a second. It might just be wishful thinking on his part, but he prays that the words you’re about to release are the ones he’s been trying to work himself up to saying.

“K-Kurosaki-san I-”

“Ichigo.”

The correction makes you look up, and he takes a step. His apartment feels so quiet now, you can almost hear the pounding of your heart, standing in his room. He takes a step and your breath hitches when he reaches for you. With his hand on your cheek, that dazed expression returns to your eyes and he smiles. It’s rare, and it catches you completely off guard.

“Call me Ichigo.”

That’s all you hear before he leans in and kisses you. His lips are soft, and your eyes close as you grip at his sleeve. You hadn’t even got a chance to present your own confession. The initial kiss is merely a brushing of lips. After a breath he pulls back. Your eyes are still closed and he takes in the redness of your cheeks.

“Kuro-”

Your lips are claimed again and you’re a bit startled when you stumble back. His hold is firm and your legs tremble when he deepens the kiss. Your fists clench into his shirt a bit tighter and the soft sounds you’re releasing seem to encourage him, because he’s not slowing down.

Your legs finally give way when you can no longer support yourself and you both tumble unto his bed. He pulls back, and you’re panting, desperately trying to catch your breath. When he takes in your state, his eyes darken. Your lips are parted, each breath seems like evidence of his devastating kiss. Your eyes portray want, as well as adoration and your blush is so easy to make out.

“Ichigo..”

There was a part of you that thought you were going crazy. Those masked monsters, well it was terrifying, but like a guardian angel he was just there. 

That sword, those robes, that striking orange hair that looked so bright it was almost impossible for it to be natural. 

There was part of you that thought you imagined it all. But when the monster disappeared right before your eyes and he moved to check on you, well, maybe it was then you decided that he was a friend you didn’t want to lose. 

“Ichigo.” 

He turned at the call, bag over his shoulder casually. 

“Hey, you got out early.” 

You nodded. 

Activities tended to take long, that’s why it was just the two of you. You were sort of looking forward to walking home with the rest of your friends, but you understood. It was nice that he’d been able to stick around. There was also a slight appreciation for the one on one, because there’s something you needed to talk to him about. 

“I found a sword.” 

He turned at you words, confusion on his face. 

“A sword?” 

You nod. 

“I think it might be mine, but I’m not sure where it came from. Maybe..maybe it’s the same as Orihime-chan or Sado-kun.” 

Your eyes were trained ahead and Ichigo just observed. He’d heard Kisuke explain that each of their abilities manifested differently, so it’s possible this was another expression of that. After all, you could see hollows. It wasn’t so hard to believe that you might have been sporting the same kind of spiritual pressure as the rest of them. 

“I’ll take you to Kisuke.” 

Your head lifted. 

“Kisuke?” 

“Yeah, he might be able to help you figure it out. He’s a creepy bastard, but he’s good at that stuff. He’ll show you how to use it, how to control it.” 

Ichigo trusted this guy, so you saw no reason not to. At the moment you were grateful for any assistance. 

“Arigatou, Ichigo.” 

You were smiling at him and his face flamed up as he placed his hand on top of your head. 

“Don’t go getting smug.” 

You were flapping your hands around wildly, because his hand was blocking your vision. 

Life was somewhat simple then. 

There were hollows, and you needed to protect people. You never really saw yourself as much of a fighter, but you’d seen Ichigo and Renji train one time and you were amazed. They were extraordinary. Fearless almost. 

Every battle that came seemed scary enough, but Ichigo had faced it without fail and still managed somehow to support and protect his friends in the process. He was there for you when you were still figuring it all out. Your abilities, that power. He stood by you even when he was battling his own demons. Literally and figuratively.

“Oii!” 

You stumbled and Ichigo flash stepped, pressing a hand to your shoulder to keep you upright. With the battle between the Soul Society and Aizen quickly approaching, you needed to be stronger. Although, you might have been pushing a little too hard. 

You sent Ichigo a bashful smile. 

“Gomen, I overdid it.” 

He was frowning as you finally regained your footing, sword at your side. 

“Quit being an idiot.” 

He whacked you on top of the head and you glared. 

“That hurt!!” 

“Good, maybe next time you’ll be more careful!!” 

You wanted to argue further but he was right, you were being reckless. You deflated, eyes moving to your sword and Ichigo’s hand lowered from its raised position. You knew he’d intended to give you another thump for good measure, but his gaze softened when he saw that look on your face. 

You were scared. 

It was impossible to hide. This time when his hand came down, it dropped on the top of your head softly, ruffling your locks. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” 

Your eyes locked with his and you saw it, the determination that followed every time you’d all run into an obstacle that felt impossible. When Rukia was taken he’d said the same thing. That he would protect her, he would save everyone, and he’d done it. The reapers that were once enemies were now comrades, fighting on the same side. It was incredible and something you felt like only Ichigo could accomplish. 

Now you’re once again facing a big bad and instead of worrying, or showing fear, he was giving you another guarantee that it would all be okay. That he would be there. 

There was nothing that could describe how amazing he was, because his words were never empty.  

So you fought. It was terrifying, but you won. 

Just as he promised, he’d protected you, he protected everyone. 

The Vizards had stepped in and Aizen was sealed away.

He did it, it should have been a joyous occasion, but when the realization of what tapping into that power meant, it was heartbreaking. 

“My abilities are disappearing.” 

It was like a gut punch. You were seated on a swing set when he broke the news and your eyes grew wide. Despite what he just told you, he was smiling, staring at the sun that was hanging low in the sky. The red and orange hues gave off a glow that even now made him seem like some angelic figure. 

“I can’t stop it, and I can’t say that I regret anything that has happened until this point.” 

Your grip tightened on the metal as your body slowly stopped rocking. It’s not like he was giving up. He was graciously accepting the situation. Another show of his strength. You should have been supporting him, but you just started crying. Ichigo turned, startled. 

“W-What the hell!”

“Y-You’re so cool Ichigo!!” 

You just continued to wail. 

“I-I get it so quit crying!!!” 

Even then he’d managed to keep it all together. When Rukia left you knew it was tough, that’s when you decided that it was your turn to protect him. To be his guardian, the way he’d done for you and so many others. 

“From here on out I’ll protect you!” 

Ichigo just sweatdropped. 

“What are you going on about?” 

He looked generally confused and you just huffed. You worked up all that courage to look cool and unaffected and with one look you felt silly. 

“Never mind, fend for yourself jerk!!” 

“Oii!! Why are you getting angry!” 

He was clueless, but to be honest, so were you. You never really thought about why it was so easy to be at his side. You were friends, it was natural. He was there, he’d always been there. You just assumed you admired him. After all, he was the one who helped you find your strength. 

That’s why when the fullbrings showed up and he was able to regain just a fraction of what he lost, you were ecstatic. You could tell he was too. Ginjo was an ally, a friend. 

At least that’s what you thought. 

The enemy was supposed to be Tsukishima. When your friends started talking about the guy like he was a buddy, you were convinced you were going mad. But you weren’t the only one. Ichigo had encountered the same. So the only option was to ask Ginjo for help. Except when you both got there, the truth became clear and it was painful. 

You hadn’t even been able to move when he stuck his sword into Ichigo's chest and stole his powers. The rain beating against your clothes should have been at least sobering, but all you could do was stare from your spot on the ground after he’d knocked you down. 

Ichigo was on his knees and at that moment you knew you’d failed the very promise you made him. You were supposed to look out for him, protect him, but you’d so easily been taken down. 

Even without power, Ichigo had still faced off against Ginjo.

Then when you saw that dark hair and those eyes, in some crazy way you just felt like it would be alright. Rukia had stuck her sword into Ichigo’s back and in a blink, everything changed. He was stronger, much stronger than before and you felt like there was nothing else to worry about. 

A few years later, another war was overcome. 

Old enemies had come back to join the fight. 

It was strange, getting help from some like Aizen, Grimmjow, Harribel, Tsukishima…Ginjo. 

You realized that now that Yhwach was defeated, everyone could relax. Standing in the Soul Society conversing with Ginjo, it was still hard to grasp. Rukia and Renji were discussing it with Kisuke. Ichigo at the side. Ginjo and Tsukishima were standing right in front of you and the entire time you just kept your glare in their direction. Ginjo looked over with a smirk. 

“Ichigo, I see you still have your guard dog.” 

An irk mark popped up on your head. 

“I’m stronger than the last time we met Ginjo!!” You were furious, and you intended to attack but Ichigo grabbed you by the collar. 

“Calm down, he’s on our side.” 

With an agitated scoff, you finally stopped, sheathing your blade. Tsukishima stood at the side with a smile of his own. 

“So you haven’t realized yet.” 

Your brows were furrowed.

“Why are you speaking in riddles, realized what?” 

“The reason why my fullbring didn’t work on you.” Tsukishima’s words weren’t making sense and now everyone is invested. 

“What are you talking about?” Rukia asked. 

“I was able to manipulate all of Ichigo’s friends, even his family. At the time it was simple. Yet (Y/N) was unaffected.” 

Now that you thought about it, he was right. You were strong, there’s no doubt about that, but even Sado had been tricked, Uryuu too. Now that you weren’t trying to rip Ginjo’s head off, you really wanted to know. 

“Why didn’t it work?” 

He was looking at you as if it were obvious, but the curious tilt of your head must have spoken for itself. He chuckled. 

“It’s because you’re in love with Ichigo.” 

The statement caught everyone by surprise. For a moment you could just stare, as if still trying to process his words. When you finally got yourself to look at Ichigo, it finally set in. 

“I’m..in love with Ichigo..” 

You repeated as if doing so would make it somehow make sense. You expected him to look just as startled as you by the revelation, but his expression showed neither. There was understanding, longing..hope..

“(Y/N)..” 

He took a step forward and you flinched, flash stepping. They all blinked, because you were in a building quite a distance away. 

“I-I have to go!” 

That’s all you said, just like that, you were gone, no doubt running back to Karakura. 

Ichigo sighed in defeat. 

“Looks like she’s just as dense as Ichigo.” Ginjo commented. 

“SHUT UP!!”