From the Bleach×Stardew Valley fic

[tozette]

"He's been mayor for twenty years, you said, really?" Urahara looked around at the state of the place. Behind his fan, his eyes lingered on the broken fish tank and the glass on the floor. Beneath their feet, the wooden boards had rotted through in places.

"That's what he said. I didn't fact check him, I was more worried about the weird monsters."

"Of course, of course," said Urahara, tone implying the opposite. "But is it really okay for him to say this building is like this because of young people and television?"

Ichigo had been way too focused on the weird little monsters to think about what Mayor Lewis had actually been telling them.

"Well I don't think television is directly respons... hey, watch out!"

The dilapidated floors gave a terrible creak beneath Orihime. She froze, peering down at it.

They all looked at her feet.

"Ah... haha," she said, waving her hands in front of her nervously. "I'll just—" She gestured towards the wall, eyes wide.

Even lifting her feet made the floors give a deeply suspect groan of strain. Ichigo's insides tensed as she moved, his eyes fixed on the wood beneath her.

Very, very carefully, she edged back towards the wall of the main room, where the floors seemed least saggy and perilous.

They were all careful on their feet after that. It didn't help that with the windows all overgrown with climbing vines, the interior was dim.

"It's not about the television," Urahara continued at last, condescending to Ichigo like he'd never even paused. He snapped his fan shut and turned to look at him, eyes shadowed beneath his ugly hat. "This is a community centre, Kurosaki-kun."

"... so?"

Ichigo was accustomed to being made responsible for other people's problems, and he did not immediately recognise the issue with this.

"Ohh," said Orihime.

"The upkeep of a building like this is the responsibility of the local government," Urahara pointed out. Which... on reflection... yeah, it was, wasn't it...? "Should this Mayor-san really be asking you to fix it?"

Ichigo paused. His face made a series of complex expressions, moving rapidly through them as he cycled between extremes of puzzlement and irritation. In the end, he settled on a fierce scowl, because of course he did.

"Geta-boshi.... aren't you the last person who should be asking me that?"