HIGH SCHOOL AU

On a warm autumn evening, you calmly returned home from school. It was already getting a little dark, not a soul on the street, except for passing cars.

Ichigo, your classmate was walking behind you as he was on his way. He quickened his pace and extended his hand to gently place it in yours. He smiled softly, squeezing your hand tightly. His voice is calm.

“I’ll walk you to your house. It’s already getting dark.”