"I love you."
She had whispered those words as she slid down his solid frame; the bare skin underneath his clothes sensitive to her touch. When she reached his legs, her strength gave out, and she collapsed to the floor.
Her intense grief reminded him of an old memory.
It was a week after her brother's death, and she had barricaded herself in her apartment. Because of his little sister, Ichigo had visited her. He found her exactly like this. Carefully, he wrapped his larger frame around her, kissed her forehead and told her that he wasn't going to leave.
Prompt: a memory