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[The camera seems to have been turned on by Ichigo's phone finally falling off of wherever it had been precariously perched, because the angle is nowhere near straight-on. The teen is passed out on the couch of his apartment, one arm dangling down toward the floor, and it's apparent that he's been taking his duties at the Genessia City Hospital seriously, because he's still in his scrubs - pale blue with little grinning death skulls patterns on them that some wag gave him - and there's a medical textbook open across his chest.

Several more textbooks are visible stacked haphazardly in various places across the room, ranging across various medical subjects and emergency treatment topics. There are a few abandoned take-out boxes here and there, but for the most part he's done his best to keep the place clean. It helps that he's just...almost never home lately. Or at least not often.

Ichigo shifts in his sleep, eyebrows furrowing in the usual scowl, and the textbook drops down with a heavy thump. He opens a tired eye at that thump and glances around, then looks down at the active phone and the scowl deepens.]

Shit...

[And then he reaches out and grabs his phone, turning the video off.]

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[He's pushing himself too hard. That's Orihime's first thought when she sees his face on the screen and the state of his apartment. So she doesn't try to wake him up to talk to him. Instead she gets up, heads to the store, and buys a few frozen dinners and fresh fruit that he can eat without much time spent on preparation. Putting an icepack in the bag to make sure it stays cold longer, she hangs the bag on his doorknob and sneaks away.]

[There's no name, but it's not like it's hard to figure it out. Even if he doesn't, it's fine. As long as he's getting sleep and food, she can't ask for more than that.]

[Ichigo had gotten up after finding his phone's camera had betrayed him, and so he's pulling on a clean shirt - not scrubs, for once - when he's pretty sure that he hears a rustle at the doorway. He doesn't get there fast enough to catch Inoue sneaking away, but his shoddy sense of reiatsu is enough to clue him in to her lingering presence. He smiles almost wryly, because aside from signing up for her tournament, he hasn't really talked to her at all lately. Or, really, anyone. Which is a guilt trip all of its own.

So he grabs the bag of food and heads back to his kitchen to put it away, retrieving his phone from where he'd shoved it after getting up, and sends her a text.]

Thanks for the food. Sorry that I haven't been by lately.

[He's sharp! But then again, she already knew that. She types a quick message back.]

You're welcome! Don't worry about it. We both have jobs, and without school, it's only natural that our paths wouldn't cross much. So there's no need to apologize!

[She pauses for a moment...then sends a second follow-up text.]

Please don't push yourself too hard. If you need a break, I can come in and heal some people for you.

Try some B12, and I'm not talking about the energy shots.

B12?

[He's still a little groggy, but it clicks after a moment.]

...right. The vitamin. I guess that I'll look into some. I'll be fine, though.

[Ichigo is also not about to admit weakness. He's just trying to study up on all the difference between assisting in a small-time clinic and actually working at a fully-fledged hospital, using what little free time he has. It's a good thing that he's actually a damn good student when he puts his mind to it.]

[He's a work-o-holic, he knows.]

Very well, take care.

[And he'll just hang up if there is nothing else to talk about. Short and simple.]

Looks like someone's been working hard.

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