✘ Ichigo was currently being held to the floor, as another - himself - grappled with him, clearly not taking it well that he was staring himself ion the face.
✘ “Can you get off?”
“And let you run free? How do I know you’re not some assassin trying to kill me by using a tactic to dress up as me and catch me by surprise?”
His eyes narrowed in a stern and skeptical glare, neglecting to move so much as an inch.