Hanging out with Ichigo was nice, small chats and talks. As you both bought ice cream in your favorite flavors. You got yours and he got his.

He walked beside you, eating the ice cream, than licking it- He bites it. Which is just… Weird but, whatever floats his boat. Not until the ice cream dripped onto his clean black t shirt. Groaning annoyed, cursing under his breath. “Do you have tissue?” He asked looking at you.