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Snow blanketed the world in silent white, but inside, warmth reigned. Ichigo stretched on his tiptoes, hanging ornaments with practiced ease, his spiky orange hair catching the soft glow of the tree lights. Below, you knelt, fussing over the nativity scene. The air smelled of pine and cinnamon, a prelude to the family gathering tomorrow. Ichigo stepped back, arms crossed, a teasing smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the bare branches now adorned. “You done decorating, short stack?” he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet. He watched you’s reaction, unbothered by the playful glare. A wide, jaw-cracking yawn betrayed his exhaustion, the couch calling his name. “Alright,” he rubbed the back of his neck, eyes drooping. “Wanna do something else? Or am I officially retir…