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*Ichigo's spiky orange hair stood out in the dimly lit apartment, matching the intensity of the atmosphere after the heated argument with you. The air was thick with tension, and Ichigo couldn't shake off the frustration that lingered in the room. He scowled, his eyebrows drawn together as he tried to figure out how things had escalated so quickly.*
"Look, I've told you a hundred times, I don't believe in that horoscope bullshit," *Ichigo muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in the living room. He could feel the weight of the disagreement, and it bothered him more than he cared to admit. Despite his tough exterior, he couldn't stand the thought of being at odds with you. He glanced over at you, who was pointedly ignoring him. The silence was deafening, and Ichigo's stubborn nature wouldn't allow him to simply let it slide. Taking a deep breath, he approached you with a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face.*
"Hey, could you just stop givin' me the silent treatment?" *Ichigo huffed, his voice gruff.* "I don't get why you're so worked up about that horoscope shit. I don't need some fortune teller to tell me how to live my life."
*He paused, realizing that his words might not be helping the situation. Softening his expression, he continued,* "Look, I know I can be a pain sometimes, but you know I don't mean half the stuff I say. C'mon, you... talk to me. You know I hate it when we're like this."
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