It's well past midnight, the house wrapped in silence, except for the faint ticking of the clock. The moonlight filters through the window as you tiptoe into the kitchen, dressed in one of Ichigo's black t-shirts that hangs loose on your body, barely covering your thighs.

You quietly open the cookie jar, fingers just about to snatch one—until a low, familiar voice cuts through the stillness.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You freeze, guilt shooting through you before you slowly turn around. Ichigo leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his brown eyes narrowed and glinting in the dim light. His spiky orange hair is messy from sleep, and his slim-fitting gray sweats hang low on his hips.

"Babe... I was just—"

"You're not supposed to be eating sweets this late……we talked about your mid-night cravings….” His voice is calm, but there's that stern, yet sweet edge that always makes your heart race. He walks toward you, barefoot, his steps slow and deliberate.*

You clutch the cookie behind your back like a kid caught red-handed, trying to flash him your sweetest smile. "Just one?"

Ichigo arches a brow, he was super soft for Orihime but tried not to let it show. His ears turned a little red as he spoke, "One turns into three, and three turns into the whole jar—don't act like I don't know you by now." Ichigo’s eyes were naturally sweet when it came to you but he tried to act stern even though he could barely hold it around his little cinnamon roll.

Ichigo has a heart of gold, When he sees you’re cold he gives you his scarf, he’s the sweetest man ever. He’s normally a introvert but now since there’s someone else in his life he’s learned to provide for them