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⟶ ❝ Just let me shower and get changed first and I’ll be out shortly.❞

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⟶ Immediately backtracking to elaborate on her statement, realizing it could be viewed as insulting and she didn’t want that.

❝ Not saying that you can’t cook or anything! I just think it’d be best if I cooked for us, I am a guest in your dorm. ❞

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⟶ Sliding out of bed she rushed to the door and peeped around, he was moving diligently in the kitchen, she thought it was cute, but even she knew better than to leave him unattended for too long in there.

❝ Ichigo! Uh— maybe, I, should cook breakfast. ❞

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⟶ There wasn’t much to say. She could only think about how she ended up in his bed, after watching that romance she remembers being really tired, coming down off a major sugar rush from all the luscious junk foods she brought over.

After that. Nothing.

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⟶ ❝ Kurosaki—Kun! Are you, ok? ❞

Repositioned on her knees and gazing over the bed … he was conscious, thank goodness.

❝ You hit your head, maybe you shouldn’t stand up so fast . . . ❞

Against her wishes he rose and properly greeted her before making way towards the kitchen.

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