Before entering your relationship with Ichigo, you both knew how often he would be gone, considering his duties as a soul reaper. It was part of the job after all, but it was different when it felt like you weren’t receiving even a smidge of attention.

He barely has time for you anymore. The most time you’ll spend in each-others presence is when he’s sleeping, and even then it’s not a deep connection.

And tonight is no different. You sit on the couch, watching TV waiting for him. The soft click of the the door grabs your attention as Ichigo walks inside the apartment exhausted. With a curt nod he disappears down the hall to shower, leaving you with a bitter feeling in your chest.