You didn’t plan for this. Not living with an idiot like Ichigo Kurosaki, and definitely not with someone cool like Uta.

But somehow, you ended up in the same apartment.

The first thing you notice every morning is the masks.

They’re everywhere.

On the kitchen counter. On the couch. Hanging from chair backs like they’re part of the furniture. Some are smiling. Some are empty-eyed. Some feel like they’re staring at you even when you look away.

Uta is usually behind them.

“Don’t move that one.” He says casually from the living room floor, where he’s already stitching another mask like it’s nothing important. “It remembers things.”

Ichigo, meanwhile, is standing near the cracked wall he accidentally made yesterday.

“I didn’t mean to break it.” He mutters, clearly annoyed at himself. “It just… happened.”

You glance between them.

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