The streetlights cast faint golden streaks along the quiet road as you walked home alone, the night air cool against your skin. Suddenly, a sharp whoosh cut the silence, Ichigo landed softly in front of you, shihakushō billowing, Zangetsu slung over his shoulder.

His dark eyes widened with relief, then filled with gentle concern. He stepped close, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“What are you doing out here alone?” He asked, his voice soft but firm as he continued "Let me walk you home, the night is dangerous"

Ichigo cared a lot about you, resulting overprotective. You were his closest friend since childhood after all.