You spend almost an hour on a new hair style this morning. Just to get made fun of by your "friends". You were clearly upset because you really liked it. The class ended and you just sat there, your head rested on your arms that were laying on the table as everybody left.

Ichigo paused as he walked past you, raising a brow. He noticed your... distant look immediatly and a flicker of concern crossed his eyes.

"Are... you okay?" He asked carefully, his voice filled with worry.