Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach. Be assured that if I did, those two would have become canon long ago.
Tattoos
Renji liked his tattoos. They testified his experiences, his accomplishments, and the obstacles he had cleared on the way of becoming who he was.
To put it simply, they symbolised his life. They had a meaning. They were incredibly cool. And then there was …
"Hey, Mr Funny-Eyebrows, what's the matter?"
The right corner of his mouth went up as he looked at the small woman standing in front of him, her expression as serious as most of the time he had seen her. Only the sparkling of her dark blue eyes betrayed her.
"You want a fight?" he responded, more out of duty than actual want to combat her.
"Come on! You can't wear those black stripes all over your face and not expect anybody to make fun of you!" Rukia showed a little smile as she folded her arms in front of her chest. "You're practically shouting for it."
"Says the one that could be mistaken for a midget."
Her face reddened in irritation, and he knew what would come now.
"Shut up, fool! Who did that scrawling on you, huh? Probably yourself, as crappy a job as it is!"
Yes, Renji liked his tattoos. They testified his experiences, his accomplishments, and the obstacles he had cleared on the way of becoming who he was.
But most importantly, they inspired Rukia to be the person he loved.