The classroom was full of chattering students, most standing around each others desk in idle chatter. The teacher was late today- the principal had called in on intercom saying that sensei would be a few minutes late, and that if Ishida Uryu-kun could look after the class until she arrived, it would be greatly appreciated.
And so, Uryu had taken the teacher's chair, as the way a proper student council president would when tasked with looking after a room of teenagers. He looked bored, being the type that was considered a bit of a "lone wolf" and was looking down at his phone currently.
Meanwhile, Ichigo stood at Keigo's desk in the far back, listening to him and Mizuiro chatter away as he and Chad listened. He had been reading from a book that the teacher for lit class had assigned, but had been hassled into coming over. He could hear Rukia talking from across the classroom; his eye twitched in slight annoyance at seeing that she was sitting on top of his desk (as the girls liked to do when the teacher wasn't around) rather than her own- as she had voluntarily given up her desk for another classmate that she was talking to.
He watched from the corner over his eye, as she stayed perched on top of his desk, her pale, smooth legs folded in an unintentionally enticing way as she listened to Mahana and Inoue blab on about something.
It was then that he heard her classmate's voice (as, she was rather loud) exclaim, "Kuchiki-san, you got a perfect score on that extra credit math homework! How on earth did you figure it out?!"
Rukia merely smiled and giggled slightly as she said in response, "Oh, I found it difficult, too! It took hours to complete!" causing him to almost roll his eyes in annoyance.
Yeah, right. She'd copied the whole thing off of him. Thanks for the credit, Miss-I-work-so-hard. He nodded blankly at something Keigo said, glancing at him for a moment before looking back at Rukia, his heart jumping suddenly to see that-
she was looking at him.
Staring, in fact. She didn't even blink when he glanced back at her. And though he'd locked eyes with Rukia countless, countless times... he suddenly felt like there was nobody in the room except for her. It suddenly felt as if he'd been caught red-handed. He fought back the heat he felt building on the back of his neck when he suddenly choked as Rukia winked at him.
Winked at him, and then smirked slightly before looking back at Inoue, who was now doing the talking. Ichigo almost gaped at her, staring as she smiled gently and responded to whatever they were talking about, before quickly snapping out of his trance and turning back in the direction of his own friends, suddenly feeling unable to breathe.
Damn.
"Hey, Ichigo, are you listening?" Keigo interrupted his (quickly derailing) train of thought, "Wait, you're blushing! What were you thinking about?!"
"I'm fine!" he huffed in annoyance, feeling slightly relieved as Mizuiro brought up a new movie that was coming out soon- glad for the quick change in topic, as well as Keigo's short attention span. It was then that the teacher walked in, telling the students to go to their seats and take out their notes.
He walked back to his seat after watching Rukia slide off the desk neatly, biting his lip for a second as he did so, as if he were walking into dangerous territory. He stood at his desk, setting his book bag on his desk and opening it to get his notebook, his back facing her desk, as she sat on his right, stilling when Rukia walked past him.
Once again, he stopped breathing when he felt her fingers rub against his lower back just for a moment, sending chills up his spine as her voice murmured teasingly, "Thanks, Ichigo~"
He stood frozen for a second before immediately crashing into his seat, his heart racing as he looked around, surprised that nobody had seemed to notice this tiny exchange. And Rukia- damn her!- was sitting in her chair with her notebook on her desk- the blue one with the ridiculous chappy sticker on the cover, stretching those killer legs slightly as she picked up her pen.
He wasn't sure how he was going to survive the rest of the day.
