I saw a photoset of a peach-shaped clutch on tumblr and this was all I could think of tbh
Formal Dress
by hashtagartistlife
When Rukia comes down the stairs to join him, Ichigo thinks he might bust a vessel. The clinging mint gown is all very well and good, but it's what's in her hands that has him riled up like a puppy at a stick convention. It's– it's–
"Well, let's go!" she says brightly, and Ichigo is almost choking.
"Go– go where–"
Rukia frowns. "To Inoue's engagement party? With Ishida? You know, the one that you dressed up in a suit for?"
"If you think I'll let you be seen anywhere in public with– with that indecent thing in your hands–"
Rukia looks down at her hands, nonplussed. "What, this? I don't understand–"
"Rukia, that thing's a–"
"– it's just a peach-shaped clutch, Ichigo, what's your issue?"
Swallowing back his embarrassment, Ichigo realises that there is no way to explain his aversion to the thing without making a colossal idiot of himself. He wills for some composure; finds none. He's a blushing, stuttering mess.
Rukia pays no mind. "Well, if you're done critiquing, let's go, shall we?"
Ichigo tamps down on the riot in his head and manages a weak nod. Rukia looks at him strangely and shrugs, turning around for the door, and Ichigo nearly collapses there and then.
Backless. Her dress is completely backless, all the way down the curve of her spine almost to her hips, and the way the material is clinging to her form is affording him a lovely view of her–
Rukia hits him with that stupid clutch. "Ichigo! Are we going or not?"
Ichigo rubs his nose and desperately looks anywhere but her. "Alright, alright, I'm coming–"
'And so will she, later on,' a voice supplies in his head, and Ichigo accidentally walks into the glass doors of the Kurosaki Family Clinic.