Not yet, it just ends up in Ichigo's closet for the time being!

Ichigo eventually shugged and stuffed it in his body's bag, before returning to his body. "Well, I guess it's mine now," he remarked. "Unless either of you want it? I wouldn't mind decorating my room with it."

Chad shrugged. "I have no interest in it," he told Ichigo.

Ichigo looked at Orihime, who also shrugged. "I'm fine with you keeping it, as long as no one claims it later! Someone seems to have dropped it, so maybe hold onto it for now, and ask around?"

"...Orihime, just about any rando on the street would just claim they own what looks like it might be made of gold if I did ask around," Ichigo told her flatly. Seriously, Orihime was a good friend, but she was a bit on the naive side at times.

She blushed slightly, but nodded in slightly **** agreement. "I guess that's a fair point," she confessed. With that, the three headed back to class, and finished the school day. Shortly after, Ichigo returned home, and placed the Lamp in his closet.

"I'll find a place for you later," he remarked, closing the door.

Another entity might be annoyed at this, but the Lamp was patient, and could wait for years. It could wait a good bit longer.

...

A few days passed, and it seemed as if the one who had picked it up had forgotten about it, but the entity that was the Lamp remained unconcerned, and simply continued to wait.