Text at Midnight

By: Crim

This Drabble was written for Rukia's Birthday Drabble Challenge at fuckyeahichiruki on Tumblr. The prompt was "text at midnight." Please do not redistribute on any other site. All characters belong to Tite Kubo.

After doing major overtime at his part-time job, Ichigo was finally done with his shift. The streets were empty and everyone was already asleep by the time he was let out. This was finally his chance to whip his phone out, wondering if anyone even sent him anything. His inbox was filled with new messages, all from Rukia.

23:00: Come home soon~

23:22: Where are you~?

23:25: Are you on your way home yet?

23:30: Ichigo~ I ne~ed you...

23:35: I want it...

23:37: I need it... inside...

23:38: me...

23:45: Ichigo~ I'm craving it...

Ichigo read each line over and over, just to make sure he was really reading it correctly. Then, he got one more new text at midnight.

24:00: I want your goods in me. Now.

Ichigo took a gulp to push down the lump in his throat. His pride as an "innocent" youth wouldn't admit that he was pleased to see Rukia wanted him so bad that she resorted to sexting him. Every teenager has his needs too. He raced back home as fast as he could and busted into his room. There, he saw Rukia already sprawled out on his bed with her forearm over her face.

"Ichigo... you're finally back...?" Rukia's voice was trailing, sounding either timid or lethargic. "You read my texts?"

Fuck yeah, I did. "Yeah. I'm here to fulfil what you have been asking so badly for..." Ichigo got on the bed then hovered over her submissive body.

"Huh? W-what? Ichigo, what are you doing?" The former meek and yearning tone turned back into her serious and normal attitude. "Get in the kitchen."

Ichigo's face instantly became dumbfounded. "You... want to do it there?"

"Where else are you gonna cook my food? I've been home all night starving my ass off here!"

Ichigo was slightly embarrassed for having thought of taking the dirty route."You idiot! Why can't you go and get your own food?"

"Because ever since you started that job, your cooking skills have greatly improved! I want you to feed me more!" Rukia crossed her arms and donned a smirk across her face. The vexed teen didn't know whether to take that as a compliment or not. "What did you think my texts meant?"

"Forget it. I'll go make your food." Ichigo reluctantly walked out toward the kitchen. He would have rather sucked it up and made her a meal than admit his misunderstanding.

End.