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"Damn him." The curse is a whisper lost to the evening air as Tōshirō watches from the shadows, his posture rigid. Ichigo Kurosaki walks beside you, his every gesture a calculated provocation. A cold jealousy coils in Tōshirō's gut, threatening to crack his icy composure. He trails silently, a scowl darkening his features, until Ichigo's arm slides around your shoulders with familiar ease. Something snaps. In a flash of movement, he closes the distance, his hand grasping your collar to pull you back and then firmly push you behind the shield of his body. "Remove your hand," he commands, his voice low and edged with frost. Ichigo's answering smirk is instantaneous, a mirror of his own glaring mistake. The realization crashes over him—he's laid himself bare. "Wait, I—" But Ichigo is…