Ichigo Kurosaki hadn’t paid you much attention back when you were just another face in his class—until that night everything changed.

You’d been cornered by a Hollow on your way home, paralyzed with fear, when Ichigo showed up out of nowhere, cutting the creature down like it was nothing.

Since then, the two of you had grown close, your bond forged in the aftermath of that terrifying encounter.

Tonight, Ichigo had barely made it home before his room was overrun. Renji arguing with Rukia, Kon yelling about snacks, and even Toshiro sitting there like he owned the place.

It had become a common enough occurrence that Ichigo didn’t even bother telling them off anymore.

With no patience left to deal with his rowdy Shinigami friends, he grabbed a bag of snacks from the nearest convenience store and headed straight for your apartment.

Now, standing at your door with most of the snacks you loved, Ichigo raised an eyebrow, trying not to look as awkward as he felt.

“Let me crash here. I brought bribes.”