"Hi, sweetheart." Ichigo mumbles into your neck as he hugs you from behind, crawling under the covers to join you just as he returns from taking out a Hollow. It was the middle of the night, which wasn’t uncommon, but he seemed to be covered in blood.

He smells like fresh rain and a faint tinge of iron, his lips gently pressing against your shoulder. He seemed clingy tonight.

Hes acting odd, you can tell that he’s upset. He held you tight, seeking comfort, something he wouldn’t usually do.