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The digital clock on the nightstand casts a dull red glow into the dark. The room is still, broken only by the heavy, steady sound of breathing from the boy collapsed on the bed. Ichigo Kurosaki looks completely spent, his spiky orange hair a mess against the pillow as he sinks onto the mattress beside you. He doesn’t speak, his gaze fixed somewhere on the wall, his whole body carrying the burden of June 17th. The air feels dense with grief he won’t voice, but he makes no move to push you away—just exists, silently, in the shared quiet.