"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."
Ichigo had thought last night was a dream, something that his perverted mind had come up with, when he woke up alone that morning. Pawing the other side of the bed, he let out a grunt when he realized Rin wasn’t there, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. Ichigo’s heart sank when he realized that maybe… Rin left. No way, his clothes were still strewn about the bedroom floor, having wasted no time last night in removing their clothing for each other.
Ichigo grabbed a pair of sweatpants and put them on, heading downstairs to the kitchen where he heard clanging around, figuring he was in there. Upon walking in, his eyes were immediately drawn to Rin, clad in only his fucking shirt, tongue reaching out to wet his lips. “You’re more than welcome to wear my shirt.. or nothing, for that matter.” He said with a smirk, heading over towards the coffee pot and starting it.