The worry didn't start to die down until they were certain the Hollow wouldn't take over Ichigo while he was unconscious. Even so Hachigen placed several layered barriers around Ichigo and his room, and Mashiro and Kensei explained as best the could what they knew of the attack. It took a few days to gather information on who Ichigo had attacked, but what caught all of the Vizards' attention was the fact that Ichigo's Hollow had more-or-less been subdued by two arrancar
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Ichigo was terrible at sensing reiatsu...but he felt the slight draft from the open door.
He'd been sleeping for days, but still looked pale, and drawn. Some of that could be put down to pain from his injuries...most of it was his own self-flagellation.
Looking up, Ichigo caught sight of Mashiro in the doorway, and let his wallet fall to the sheets. Gritting his teeth, and wincing through it, he managed to sit upright, though leaning heavily on one arm.
"...Wait, please-"
...What could you possibly say to her, Kurosaki?
I've got to try.
"Don't....don't go..." He was short of breath again. Just from that little bit of movement. His weakness being shoved in his face again making Ichigo drop his eyes to stare at Mashiro's feet.
Little toes curled uncomfortably under that gaze, and Mashiro gripped the door a little tighter... but stepped in side. Slowly, she approached Ichigo's side, sitting down in a traditional manner wit her bare legs folded underneath her.
She kept her hands clasped in her lap, to stop them from shaking. "Please lay back down, you don't need to get up for me." Her voice was calm, in a way she rarely achieved even with Kensei. For Ichigo's sake she was keeping any hint of frantic fear out of it.
Ichigo was oblivious to many things about women, but Mashiro, for all that she was trying to put on a calm front, fairly screamed nervous tension. First with that almost-flinch, and then with her tone. Ichigo couldn't even remember if she had ever been so quiet in the entire time he had known her
( ... )
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He'd been sleeping for days, but still looked pale, and drawn.
Some of that could be put down to pain from his injuries...most of it was his own self-flagellation.
Looking up, Ichigo caught sight of Mashiro in the doorway, and let his wallet fall to the sheets.
Gritting his teeth, and wincing through it, he managed to sit upright, though leaning heavily on one arm.
"...Wait, please-"
...What could you possibly say to her, Kurosaki?
I've got to try.
"Don't....don't go..."
He was short of breath again. Just from that little bit of movement. His weakness being shoved in his face again making Ichigo drop his eyes to stare at Mashiro's feet.
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She kept her hands clasped in her lap, to stop them from shaking. "Please lay back down, you don't need to get up for me." Her voice was calm, in a way she rarely achieved even with Kensei. For Ichigo's sake she was keeping any hint of frantic fear out of it.
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