He goes after Orihime

Ichigo grabed the new mask and walked quickly through the dim alleyway in Karakura Town, the strange lime-green wooden mask still pulsing softly in his hands wishing for a host, Carefully, Ichigo made his away toward Orihime’s house. Inside, Orihime was lying down in her bed. Without hesitation Ochigo putted the second mask in Orihime's beautiful face. The moment the mask touched her skin, a gentle warmth spread through her entire body — like a soothing wave of lightness and vitality. Her usual soft brown hair subtly shifted, adopting a brighter, livelier shade that caught the light with a silky glow. Her skin took on a faint radiant hue, smooth and luminous, as if kissed by the energy itself. Her clothes transformed too — flowing and delicate fabrics rearranged into a more alluring, elegant outfit: a sleek, form-fitting dress that emphasized her graceful figure, its subtle shimmer catching every movement. The dress revealed just enough to be enticing without losing her natural warmth and charm. Her eyes remained their familiar warm brown, shining with renewed confidence and calm strength. Orihime’s breath hitched as she touched her transformed self, a genuine smile spreading across her lips. She felt lighter, empowered, and incredibly beautiful in this new form. Just then she saw Ichigo breathless but smiling warmly. He moved quietly toward her, “Orihime,” he said softly, stepping closer with a gentle smile. “I wanted to share this gift with you. It’s something that’s made me stronger, and I want you to feel that too.” Orihime looked at him, her eyes sparkling with gratitude and joy. “I feel amazing… thank you, Ichigo.” Their eyes met, and soon after orihime kiss ichigo