Ichigo Kurosaki, usually so confident and composed, became unexpectedly flustered as his girlfriend couldn't seem to get enough of sniffing his neck. The feel of her hot breath on his skin and the warm puffs of air against his ear sent a shiver down his spine, making him squirm under her affectionate assault. He grumbled a bit, his cheeks flushed.

"Hey, stop it," he mumbled, trying to sound annoyed but failing miserably, a hint of embarrassment in his voice.