Ichigo Kurosaki (Bleach) - Extra
“Ichigo.”
You smiled and he nodded as you walked over to him, holding a grocery bag.
It’s not uncommon that he’s here. His part time job is close to where you live, and his apartment is a little ways further. So times like this the both of you do run into each other on your way back.
“Would you like to stay for dinner?”
He looks away.
“Sure.”
You giggle to yourself as you both continue walking down the street. It’s been pretty quiet, and you suppose he prefers it. More often than not he’s yelling at you for running in head first. Although if you recall correctly, Rukia told you that Ichigo was the one who tended to go into battle without so much as a strategy.
Talk about pot calling the kettle black.
By the time you make it home, you’re slipping your shoes off and moving into the kitchen. It takes a while to prepare the meal, and Ichigo waits patiently, watching as you move round the room.
Something Kisuke had said to him is running through his head.
“Do you suppose that her abilities were a product of her parents?”
Ichigo’s head lowered.
“I’m not sure. They’re gone.”
“I see. I guess it’s good that she met you then, Ichigo.”
Kisuke was wearing a grin when he said it.
He’d learned a long time ago not to take stuff that pesky shopkeeper said too seriously, but on the inside, he wonders if you’re indeed happy that you met him. Because he’s been having a hard time thinking about much since he’s met you.
It’s a bit frustrating.
“Food is ready!!”
Your little cheer pulled his focus, and he just brushed off the thoughts as you served the food and took a seat. The meal is a needed distraction. He knows he should say something, but he’s not sure what to say. There’s so much he wants to ask, but it doesn’t feel like his place, or maybe that’s the excuse that keeps him comfortable.
“You’ve been really quiet Ichigo, something I should know about?”
You were wearing a smile and Ichigo was still wearing a frown as he continued to eat quietly. You just give a laugh. You know he’s been coming by more often just to keep you company. Since he found out you live on your own, he’s been like a puppy.
It’s sort of sweet.
“Thanks for the food.”
He placed the bowl down and you nod.
“Of course.”
You stand, taking the empty dishes as you move to the sink.
“Ichigo, I already told you, there’s no need to keep coming over because you’re worried. I’ve been on my own for over seven years now. Plus I have all of you. I don’t want to be a bother.”
Placing the dishes down, you hear his chair scrape against the ground as he rises from his seat. His footsteps are approaching and you turn to reassure him, but he’s much closer than you anticipated.
“That’s not the only reason that I come over.”
His statement makes you freeze in place, eyes trembling when you take in the look he’s now wearing. It isn’t an expression you’re used to.
“I-Ichigo you-”
His hands come down at the sides of you, and your cheeks turn red.
“Do you want me to stop coming by?”
The question makes you swallow.
“I-I..”
How do you answer the question? Your thoughts are jumbled. If you were expecting something, it wasn’t this. Your uncertainty makes him hesitant. His eyes lower, and he takes a step back.
“Sorry.”
He doesn’t say anything else, just turns and starts walking away. Your heart is still hammering, but the sight of his retreating form is a bit scary. You don’t want him to go.
“W-Wait!”
You rush forward and the uncalculated steps make you stumble. When he hears your yell of surprise, he turns on instinct, reaching for you. The collision makes you crash into him and you both hit the floor with a thud. You groan, and Ichigo is letting out similar sounds of pain. When he gathers himself, he looks up to inspect you for injury.
“Are you okay?”
You shift slightly, and once again, the space between the both of you is almost nonexistent. Your eyes grow wide, and when he notices the same, his breath hitches. You’re so close that he can almost feel your soft breaths. Your eyes show a bit of surprise and maybe, maybe even…
He curses internally, looking away as he’s mentally scolding himself.
“I need to apologize.”
About before for starters. It’s clear that he’d startled you, and the last thing he wants is for you to be uncomfortable around him. He can’t imagine you wearing anything but a smile when you look at him, he doesn’t want to imagine it.
“I..I didn’t mean to back you into a corner.”
He mumbles.
His eyes are directed elsewhere.
Your cheeks are still quite flushed, but you have to admit that having him look at you that way, it was unexpected, but very nice. You gulp, working up the nerve.
“Do you…do you come by so often because you like to see me, Ichigo?”
The last thing he expects you to ask is that, and when he turns back to look at you, he’s about to vehemently deny it, but when he sees that hopeful look in your eyes, he all but swallows his tongue.
“I..I…”
He’s stammering, and you lean closer to urge a response, but it’s making the matter worse.
“C-Could you stop getting so close!!”
He lifts his hand to put some distance between the both of you, but you take his wrist and press it to your chest.
His face heats up.
“W-What the hell are you doing!!”
He’s about to yell at you for making such a clearly reckless and quite tempting move, but when he feels the excessive thumping beneath his palm, his expression evens out. Your lips are quivering, and you look so vulnerable, yet taken with the idea that he might feel even a piece of what you do right now.
His expression grows soft, and when you release his hand, he can tell you’re about to explain yourself, but he doesn’t give you a chance to. His hand slips into your hair as he pulls you in. You squeak as you’re drawn in for a kiss. He can feel the slight tremble of your hands.
It’s obvious the action had caught you off guard. But now that you’re both chest to chest, he can feel your heartbeat much more clearly, and it’s going twice as fast as before. He blushed despite himself, deepening the kiss, and you reciprocate, a small sound of content echoing in the space.
He was foolish to think he could play it off, or try and act like it was a mistake on his part. He’s wanted to hold you like this for a while now.
Those few fleeting seconds end far too soon. You pull back slightly, lips parted, eyes holding so much care as you admire him above. He smiles, and your hands smoothen against his chest, your blush still present.
“Do you..want to come over again tomorrow..”
You ask a bit meekly, clearly still flustered from the kiss. He has to admit that this side of you is cute.
“I’d like that.”
You nod bashfully, burying your face in his chest as he chuckles, running a hand behind your head.
It seems there are ways to curve your hyper nature. He’s looking forward to urging more of those expressions.Â











