Ichigo woke to the sound of soft humming, a cool hand gently stroking his hair and a delicate throbbing beneath his cheek. Blearily, chocolate eyes opened, only to see an expanse of delicate pale flesh. It was only the that he realised he was resting on the snowy haired boy's chest, still sitting on the chair, his upper body slumped over the frosty
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