Summary: Ichigo woke up late…and made a big mistake. IchixRuki. Oneshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. Its too good for me.

HANKY PANKY

Ichigo thought: It sure is hot.

He was inside the classroom, but he could still feel his shirt sticking on his back. Almost everyone in the classroom was in a stupor because of the heat. Ochi-sensei's droning didn't help either.

Another drop of sweat fell from his brow. Where's that handkerchief anyway? He felt through his pockets.

Ah! There it is. He wiped his face with it. I wonder when this period will be-

His eyes caught Rukia's. She was staring at him, her face pale and her violet eyes wide with shock.

"What?" He tried to keep his voice down but barely succeeding.

She didn't answer him though. She just looked at him. Then at his hand. At him. His hand. Him. His-

He looked at his hand. Cotton fabric. Small bunny prints. Laced edges. Oh. My. God. His face turned ten shades of red.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He screamed.

He hastily stuffed the thing back in his pocket while trying his best not to look too guilty.

But it was too late. His classmates have already awakened form their daydreams. All eyes at him.

"What's wrong Kurosaki?" asked Ochi-sensei.

"Are you all right, Kurosaki-kun?" asked Inoue.

Ichigo froze. What to do? What to do? Think fast Ichigo!! Think fast!!

It was Rukia who finally made a move. Her right fist flickered and connected with Ichigo's stomach.

"Kurosaki-kun!" said Rukia in her I'm-a-concern-innocent-school-girl voice. "It seems the heat was too much for him. I must bring him to the clinic at once."

She dragged the unconscious Ichigo by his orange hair.

"She sure hit him, didn't she?" asked Mizuiro.

"I didn't see," said Keigo, his hands covering his eyes.

Rukia only let go when she was sure they were alone. Good thing the hallways were empty.

"Dumbass! What you hit me for?" said Ichigo, still nursing his stomach. His head hurt, too.

"I just saved your 'image' and this is how you thank me?" She spat. "You ingrate pervert!"

"I'm NOT a pervert!"

"Oh really? Then why are you using m-my-my underwear to wipe your face?" she said hurriedly. She could feel her face turn red with rage and embarrassment.

"MISTAKE!!" His face as red as hers. "It was a mistake! I woke up late this morning. I was so in a hurry, I didn't realized I grabbed your un-"

"Enough!" She covered her ears and glared at him.

He glared back.

"This is all your fault." He rounded on her.

She heard that one, all right. "My fault? Does it look like I control your hands? Or your brain, for that matter? You, idiot!"

"If you hadn't put it there in the first place."

She cut him short. "Well, I'm sorry. But I do live in your closet, remember? Do you propose I place them under your bed, then? On your study table, perhaps?"

"That's not what I meant."

But this argument was too tiring. He just couldn't win. Or could he?

"Oh, just shut up." He said, finally admitting defeat.

"Fine." She said, looking away. He looked in the opposite direction.

After what felt like a century, they looked at each other.

She smirked.

He smiled. A little.

Then she held out her hand. "Give it back then."

"No."

Rukia was dumbfounded. "Wh-why NOT?!"

Ichigo crossed his arms and averted his gaze out the window- to the blue sky, white clouds, and bright sun.

"Keepsake," he finally said. Unaware of the red flush that began to creep up from the collar of his shirt.

It took her a few seconds to comprehend what he said. When she did, her face became redder than Renji's hair.

"YOU PERVERT!!"

Ichigo earned himself a few more kicks, punches, and lumps on his head. But that's okay with him.

He get to keep it anyway.

Author's note: My, my. Naughty Ichi-nii. My bad. I hope I don't die because of this. It's my first attempt after all. Comments, suggestions, and violent reactions are welcome. Just don't go bankai on me. Ok?