Ichigo continued walking to school with his trademark scowl plastered to his face when he felt a faint burning sensation on his head. Scowl deepening, he scratched his scalp and continued on. He was about to enter the school grounds when something black drooped down in between his eyes. He grabbed the offending object and gave it a firm tug, only to grunt in mild pain. He frowned and entered the school, only to go into a nearby bathroom and look in the mirror.
"Eh? What the fuck is this?!"
Suspended in his face, hanging right between his eyes, was a familiar strand of glossy black hair. He tugged at it irritably, thinking that his psycho father had played a prank on him, but it didn't budge. He turned the faucet and wet his hand with water and ran it through his hair. He was not surprised when the black didn't come out, what he was surprised to see were the numerous streaks of the same black that began to peak through his hair. And right before his eyes, his orange locks began to vanish as each strand began to darken.
'W-what is this?"
His hair began to weave down the sides of his head, the spikes flattening and smoothing out. And slowly, as the hair grew and darkened more and more, he began to see elements of a distinctly familiar hairstyle take shape. When it reached the base of his neck, it fanned out slightly. He knew that hair, it was Rukia's!
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