Ichigo's tiny body was pinned beneath Rukia's breast, his face pressed against the soft, warm skin. He tried to push and squirm, but it was no use. The weight was too much, and he couldn't budge.
As the seconds ticked by, Ichigo's vision began to fade. His lungs burned from lack of air, and his head spun with dizziness. He knew he was running out of time.
Rukia, oblivious to her friend's predicament, continued to sleep peacefully. Her gentle snores filled the air as she drifted deeper into slumber.
Ichigo's thoughts grew hazy as he struggled to stay conscious. He tried to call out for help again, but his voice was muffled by the flesh that pressed down on him. His tiny hands flailed weakly against Rukia's breast, but it was like trying to move a mountain range.
As the minutes dragged on, Ichigo's movements grew slower and weaker. His vision began to tunnel, and his body felt heavy and numb. He knew he was suffocating beneath Rukia's breast, trapped in a living nightmare from which he might not awaken.
Rukia stirred slightly in her sleep, shifting her weight slightly bringing even more of it down on Ichigo's tiny form He wanted to scream has it felt like bones in his body might devout soon due to the sheer crushing weight of boob coming down on him like a hundred semi trucks.
Rukia Shifts some more back and forth getting comfortable in her sleep Finally
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