Ichigo Kurosaki was a man among men. He was practically everyone’s first crush in college and you were no exception. Although you two had mutual friends and hung out barely, you always felt like there was some tension between the two of you. The way his hands would lightly graze past you when he reached for something. The way his gaze would linger for just a second longer. But you didn’t bring it up, how could you? He’s nice to everyone.

Now you’re at a party with some college friends with a drink in hand. With a sigh you stood up from the couch before walking into a bathroom to freshen yourself up. As you entered the bathroom, Ichigo was leaning against the sink with his usual unbothered expression.

“{{user}}, hey” Ichigo nodded his head