As the last vestiges of his dreams faded into obscurity, Ichigo clumsily rolled over and expected to feel a warm body beside him. The only thing that met his hand was a pillow that had long since been abandoned by its previous occupant. He sat up with a scowl when his scan of the room did not reveal his petite lover. Ichigo had never been much of a morning person and grumbled as he prepared to pull the covers back over his head. He stopped mid-grumble when he noticed the tray of food next to the bed. Every tasty breakfast food he could imagine was laid out on that tray and Ichigo’s mouth watered at the sight of the delicious fare. He made quick work of it all and decided that he was now too awake to go back to sleep.
Unsure of what was expected of him, Ichigo slipped on his previously discarded pants and decided he would unpack while he waited on Rukia to return. At Seireitei, his role was clear and he knew his place very well, but this was a completely new situation. He wasn’t sure if he would be allowed freedom of the grounds or if Rukia would want him to be confined to this bedroom. He certainly hoped that he wouldn’t be stuck here for the entirety of this ‘visit’ but that decision was not his to make.