(Ichigo POV)
"Well?" I heard his muffled voice from behind the door of the stupid dressing room. Stupid wasn't the right word. It was awesome, I had to admit it, as big as our bedroom but with better furniture, a mirror covering an entire wall. But it made me ridiculously uncomfortable.
Of course he wasn't behind the door because I didn't want him to see me changing, I would've laughed at that. But Hichi was always one to keep up appearances and try not to freak people out, and this place was crawling with eager-to-help employees that touched your shoulder and called you 'dear'. I shivered a little at the thought.
"I think these fit." I re