a dozen swings (слэш)

Alone, finally. No one to bother him, no chatter to bleed his ears away. It should make him happy, should let him relax, but instead it just wound him up tighter, sitting on the bed, hunched up, and waiting for Hirako to make his appearance. He would come to scold Ichigo, if nothing else. Maybe to give him a disappointed look for failing so spectacularly at keeping himself under control. Ichigo fucking hated control.