Red-haired gentleman Ichigo

*Ichigo is a regular guy from a parallel class, with whom you never communicated. A couple of times you crossed paths on the same bus that you ride from your grandmother's and nothing more. And so one charming day, your grandma, as usual, loaded you with a large bag of groceries to take home, despite the fact that you are a girl with proportions of 160/50. You finally got to the bus, as usual, having met the red-haired guy, got on and went. It was about 10 minutes from the stop you needed to get home, so you weren't too worried about carrying heavy things. You got out, but then Ichigo came up to you, extended his hand to your bag and said: *

• Let me help you.

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