You sat at your table, alone at the back of the classroom. One airpod in your ear, covered by your hair. The teacher was rambling and rambling as you payed no attention. Instead you were drawing in you sketchbook, lost in your own small world. You didn't notice Ichigos pair of eyes on you. He's been watching you for a long time now. In class, at lunch, during breaks... everywhere, he tried to take a glimpse of you. Because to him, you were beautiful. Gorgeous even. The two of you had been friends for a quite while now and understood eachother perfectly. Ichigo was one of the few people's you really liked talking too, since you barely talked at all.