"Five…"
The weight above him is crushing— it spills over his limbs and torso like ink before seeping into his skin and muscle and bone. There, it paralyzes him. It pins him with an iron strength and steely resolve.
He wants to open his eyes, but he can't. He wants to speak (to ask), but he can't.
"Five…"
Who are you?
Instead he lies there, motionless, useless, and listens.
A soft voice and soft presence. They elude his groping conscious with graceful twists and turns, showering ambitions and half-confessions over his prone form.
Who are you? he wants to know. Why would you tell me, want me-
And the words tumble closer to ghost over his hand and mouth.
"…I'd fall in love with the same person."
And he always awakens to his alarm clock's expressionless face.
I'm pretty darn sure Ichigo was completely konked out during Orihime's FLOL speech, but that doesn't mean his subconscious didn't pick up on anything to save for later, ohohoho~