The last 3 months,for Ichigo, were a learning experience like no other.
Rukia Kuchiki, Fukutaicho of the 13th Division, a Noble of the Kuchiki Dynasty, his best friend, was his girlfriend. It was a dream.
He was not only finding out stuff about himself- things he really hadn't known about before, but he was discovering her as well. He learned the comfort of knowing someone intimately, he also learned about the separation anxiety that ensues. He never acted clingy with her, but secretly he always wanted just a bit more, just a bit longer. Since seeing her was somewhat of a rare occasion in the week, he always felt like he had to make the most of it. Despite that, it was the loveliest months of his life. He got to experience so many new things with her, he even got to experience her on occasion...
Urahara, their trusted friend who knew long before them about their own feelings- in his infinite wisdom and all, had gifted them each a special type of phone that could send/receive calls and text between worlds. It was heaven-sent. Ichigo would often spend his days either texting or calling her whenever he had the chance, always feeling low whenever he'd even go a few hours without talking to her somehow.
Ichigo's family, of course, were the first to know- despite them agreeing to lay low for a while. Karin simply could not be fooled, and Isshin had already accepted the fact long before, since the day he called her "third daughter". Yuzu was perhaps the only one half clueless, though she knew more than she let on. They would greet her like family every time she visited.
This time, it was a slow day like any other. So slow, Ichigo couldn't stop checking his phone every 20 minutes just to see if she wrote.
-Nothing.
"Gaahh! Where is this woman?!" he almost threw a tantrum, spinning in his rotating chair while falling back in the chair, exhaling upwards.
"That's it! I'm going for a walk..." he suddenly slammed the phone rebelliously on the desk, deciding some air to clear his head could be for the best. On the way out, Isshin had asked him to take out the trash- to which Ichigo reluctantly agreed, although with a big pout.
Just as he was about to throw the trash out properly, he felt the nonchalant smack of his buttcheeks, causing it to drop on the ground next to the can. He turned in a raging fume, ready to kill, until he saw her- her voice now reaching him.
"Rukia?!" His irritation transformed into euphoria as he lunged at her, hugging her and sweeping her off her feet. "Well, isn't this a surprise..." he remarked right before planting a juicy peck on her lips with a coy smirk.
