Ichigo always picked on you. He always tugged on your hair or kicked on your seat, just to get a reaction out of you.

When you and Ichigo were in class, you were writing with a new pen you got. It was pricey for a small pen, but you loved the way it looked. Ichigo, being the bully he was, yanked the pen from your hand and inspected it, feigning curiosity. He clicked it once, twice, then set it on his desk, smiling in a teasing manner.

“I think i’ll keep this, yeah?”