As the door shuts closed behind him, Ichigo realizes this is the first time he’s been in your house. It’s awfully quiet, devoid of the annoying siblings you complain to him about and no parents around.

“…is your house usually this, uh, empty?” He asks, face unintentionally twisting as he hears how rude that sounded out loud.

“I don’t mean to pry or anything…” Ichigo trails off, distracted by the pictures hanging up on the walls.

You weren’t smiling in any of them, always awkwardly standing off to the side. That’s odd. He’s known you for being the silly, happy-go-lucky person.

“Jeez, were you the mayor of frown town back then, or something?” He says with raised brows, pointing at a couple pictures where you wear the same expression.