Ichigo looked out her window as she bit her pencil. She was 18 years old now and was the drummer in a band. She had been asked by her band to come up with a song and she was currently looking for inspiration. She watched the tree outside her window as she smiled, an idea coming to her.

Made a wrong turn, Once or twice
Dug my way out Blood and fire
Bad decisions That's alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss "no way it's all good"
It didn't slow me down
Mistaken Always second guessing
Underestimated Look, I'm still around...

Ichigo smiled and dropped her pencil as her mum called her, leaving the room. A few seconds later, a green haired boy appeared in the middle of the room. He held a bunch or red roses in his hand as he looked around. He spotted the notebook on the desk and smiled before writing in a green ink.

Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me

You're so mean When you talk
About yourself You are wrong
Change the voices In your head
Make them like you Instead
So complicated Look how big you'll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game It's enough
I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
I'd see you do the same

He smiled and placed the roses down on the desk, covering his lyrics and disappeared as Ichigo came back upstairs. She went back to her desk and blinked at the roses. Where had they come from? She picked them up and sniffed them, smiling. She put them in a vase and went back to the desk before realising someone had written a chorus and a verse for her. She read it over, the tune in her head as she did so. She smiled as she continued.

Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me

Kisshu was sat outside her window and was smiling as she sang. He frowned as she suddenly stopped, out of ideas. He tapped gently on her window and smiled as she jumped. "Kisshu!" the green haired boy smiled.

"Need some help?" he said and landed on the carpet. Ichigo smiled slightly.

"You wrote that verse and chorus didn't you." The green haired alien smiled and winked before taking her notepad and continuing.

"The wolf Mew's a model isn't she?" Ichigo nodded and Kisshu smiled.

The world stares while I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and I tried tried
But we try too hard, it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they're everywhere
They don't like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Strain ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that? Why do I do that?

Pretty, pretty please Don't you ever, ever feel
Like your less than Fuckin' perfect
Pretty, pretty please If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me

You're perfect
You're perfect
Pretty, pretty please don't you ever ever feel like you're less then, fucking perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you're nothing you're fucking perfect to me

Ichigo stood by Kisshu as he picked up the guitar and played along as Ichigo sang. They were smiling all the way through and Ichigo knew that just everything would be perfect.

He was absolutely perfect to her

She was absolutely perfect to him