Title: No Other
Summary: A better way to propose.
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach, sensei does.
Ichigo was on shower. He let the water continually dripping from his forehead to his chin then will flow on his hard chest. He could hear his own breath.
It has been 3 years since he confessed his love to Rukia. Thank God she accepted it. The confession was kind of awful. He was not really prepared when he shouted he loves her.
His sisters were telling him that Rukia dreamt of having a very sweet wedding proposal. Renji has kept on telling him to buy big bears, balloons, and a ring for her. While Uryuu proposed that he will be taking in charge of the wedding dress.
His father… is always a pervert. He kept on smooching him to make a move on her. And he would always give a punch in response.
So, this calls for a wedding proposal, neh?
His head aches so much. He had to finish his wash or else, he'd collapsed here.
Rukia was apparently on his house. She said she'd be taking care of his towels and linens in which he can't refuse.
He picked his soap and started make a lather between his two large hands.
What if she rejected? What if she doesn't like me anymore? What if the proposal I'll do isn't her dream proposal?
Thoughts flooded on his mind.
WHOOP.
The soap slide from his hands, he stared the ground with the same thoughts continually raging on his head.
"Rukia…"
He knelt as he picked the soap then looked up, in which he is facing the faucet. It was like he was offering the soap to the… faucet; "Will you marry me?"
Then he heard a fainting sound behind the curtains, he turned around and saw Rukia standing. She was blinking but there has been unseen trace of cute emotions on her face.
She turned on her back and offered him a towel. He was flushed as he accepted it.
And before she closed the door, she glanced from her shoulders with a smile, "If the faucet accepts it, I might reconsider the proposal."
END.