Kurosaki Ichigo wondered what Kuchiki Rukia looked like when she slept. Theoretically, he could just open his closet door and look, but he wasn't risking a kick in the face for his curiosity.
Ichigo sighed as he turned over in his bed. Rukia was always so serious during the day. Well, not always during school, but Ichigo knew that was just an act. He wondered if she frowned in her sleep; if she still had those furrowed, worried eyebrows. Did the shinigami ever relax?
Ichigo wondered what Rukia would look like if she ever relaxed. It was hard to picture her face without that stern expression, or her body without that straight-backed, arms-crossed posture. A shinigami was essentially a soldier, and it permeated her entire being. He wondered if there was any "Rukia" left once you took away all the shinigami in her.
Geez, she needs to lighten up, thought Ichigo as he closed his eyes.
A/N: Just so you know, this is my first Bleach fanfic, peoples. I apologize if the characterization is off any.