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Ichigo could feel the guilt weighing down on him, almost like it was his fault the other had burst into tears, sobbing into the palms of his hands. His heart sank down to his feet, standing there and watching as he just broke down right in front of him. He really disliked it when his boyfriend cried, because he should never feel this way, and he wanted to see him smile instead. After classes were over today he came home, knowing Izuru would be waiting for him like he always was. When he got home, though, he was met with his blonde sitting on the couch with a blank look on his face–when Ichigo had asked the question;
“Are you okay?”
And then it was like a dam just exploded, and the tears flooded down his cheeks and just let out this god awful whimper, and Ichigo felt like it was his fault. Biting his lower lip, he slowly walked over to the couch and sat down next to the blonde, wrapping both arms around his body and bringing the sobbing male into his chest, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Hey, baby, you’re okay. I’m here, I’m not gonna let anything hurt you, you’re safe here with me.” Ichigo whispered soothingly, one hand rubbing at his back gently.
