FOREWORD: So random I don't even know what to say.
I do not own Bleach, or any of its characters.
She had not meant to peek.
It was early morning, and he had just woken up—early for a change. He did not know she had crept into his bedroom in the dead of the night to sleep his closet. The bed in his sisters' room just could not compare to the cramped space. Insomnia had no longer been a problem once Rukia had settled in the familiar spot.
Now morning had come, and she was awake.
Now it was time to get ready for school, and Ichigo was taking his clothes off.
She wondered how he had not heard her starting to come out and gasping slightly at the sight of him taking his shirt off. She had quickly retreated into the recesses of his closet and sat frozen for a while.
That idiot!
The indecency!
Taking his clothes off in his bedroom like that!
Now she would have to deal with that image of him for, at least, the rest of the day.
The closet door was slightly agape, and she could see him grabbing his neatly folded uniform from his chair and setting the clothes out on his neatly done bed. His boxers were hanging dangerously low on his hips.
Her heartbeat picked up and her face felt warm. It was not like it was the first time she was seeing him without his shirt on. His reckless fighting style very often led to some part of his clothes being wrecked. It was as if a Higher Power somehow wanted him exposed—parts of him anyway.
He was not bad looking, she had to admit. Underneath the obnoxious bright hair, that face looked quite all right—for an aggravating brat. The relentless Hollow hunts had reaped some quite favourable results for him, Rukia ventured to acknowledge as she recalled his sculpted body hoisting the weight of his larger-than-life Zanpakutō. And how his muscles would tense and relax with each and every of his movements—Wait... was that his underwear hitting the floor?
She gulped.
She was not even thinking when she quietly moved forward and pressed her face as close to the gap as she could without divulging her presence.
There was no harm in peeking a little.