► Kiss Ichigo again. -waggles eyebrows-
The rain come on half way through her patrol. Rukia sighed, refusing to cut her patrol short - souls could be at stake. She took extra care when flash stepping, using the coverings off buildings and shops to shield herself from the water briefly. Her shihakusho was soaked through and her bangs were plastered to her face. “Ichigo’s going to complain if I come in through his window.” She muttered to herself as she approached his house.
A figure was standing at the entrance, a shadow framed by the light emanating from inside. The rain obscured his face from her violet eyes but Rukia could tell who it was by the way he was casually leaning against the door frame, one leg bent at the knee pushing against it, even if his spiritual pressure wasn’t radiating out in waves towards her.
“What are you doing out here, baka? Did something happen?” Rukia raised an eyebrow in confusion. “or where you just waiting for me?” She teased lightly, nudging him slightly with her elbow.
“Tch, as if I’d wait for you.” Ichigo held out a towel for her, an umbrella in his other hand. “Here, dry off before you catch a cold.” His tone was non-nonchalant but honey brown eyes were soft with concern.
Rukia took the towel from him, brushing her fingers against his briefly. She noted the soft blush that dusted his cheeks. Hiding the small smile that crossed her lips, she gratefully buried her face in the soft towel, drying her hair as well as she could manage. “Thank you.” She glanced at the umbrella in his other hand. “So what is that for?”
Ichigo’s blush deepened a shade before he responded. “For this.” He opened the umbrella smoothly, taking Rukia by the arm and gently pulling her to just passed the covering of his front door. The rain fell all around them but they both stayed dry as Ichigo held the umbrella high above them. Rukia’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, “Ichi-” Something warm touched her lips and after a few seconds, Rukia realized he was kissing her. Involuntarily, her eyes closed and she felt herself relax against his touch, her arm moving to the small of his back.
After a moment, he pulled away, amber eyes searching her face for a response as he continued to hold the umbrella above them. A smile played across her lips, her eyes reflecting in his. “Baka.” She whispered before standing on tip toe to press her lips against his this time. Ichigo smiled against his kiss, a chuckle rumbling in his chest.
Perhaps he could get used to rain if it was like this.
