"No Reason" refers to this first drabble, and how it seems like the less reasons you have to be in love (besides, well, love), the stronger the relationship seems to be. It also refers to the fact that I have no reason to write these drabbles, but I do anyway, and I'm sharing them with everybody because I may as well entertain you all n.n

All of these have no relation to each other unless stated.

Disclaimer: I own nothing D:
Title: Lucky
Summary: Ichigo musing about his relationship
Rating: K+ to T (I only used one cuss word! Yay me! XD)
Spoilers: None
Words: 532
Dedication: All of my reviewers of my other stories x3 Thanks for putting up with me XD

When he thought about it, there was no reason to it. They were both volatile, headstrong, stubborn, and acted like squabbling teenagers for the most part. With anybody else, their similarities would've repelled them right off (and they almost did), but Ichigo had found the difference that intrigued him.

Renji was happy.

It was a playful mischievousness, really, but even those cat-like smirks held an aura of glee. He could laugh and crack jokes in serious situations. And even if he was trying to hide an anxiousness, it was still a smile. It was a smile that said "I may be scared shitless, but that's not gonna stop me."

It was a smile that spread.

For the longest time, Ichigo could only act cold, closed-off, and anti-social. Nobody but his family and Tatsuki had ever seen his real smile – they had all seen a fake, tense, and empty one if they had ever seen one at all. Happiness was something he had given up on after his mother died. He had assumed responsibility and bore the weight of her death all alone, refusing to let anybody tell him otherwise.

And then Rukia had come. She was just as headstrong and stubborn as Ichigo, which he had found interesting in the girl, but she annoyed the crap out of him otherwise. He put up with it though, and pretended he liked her as something more than his nakama. He hadn't known any better.

But he found himself making excuses to stick around the redhead, to work with him as much as possible. He told himself it was because they worked well together. He couldn't be attracted to the man – he was annoying, idiotic, crude, and, well, another guy.

There was no reason.

Except when Renji smiled at him for nothing but the sake of smiling.

Except when Renji called him an idiot or a moron purely out of affection, and he knew it.

Except when Renji grabbed his shivering hand as they waited at a corner on the sidewalk because any sort of public display always and without fail made him blush furiously.

Except when Renji crawled onto the couch with him as he napped simply to cuddle up, enjoy the close warmth, and join him in sleeping.

Except when Renji passed him notes in the library with a stupid little picture, to which he would respond by drawing on it and passing it back, which always started a war and always ended in something utterly idiotic.

Except when Renji interrupted his homework by sneaking up behind him, wrapping his arms around him to give him a hicky or three on his neck and nothing else, with "I like the way you taste" being his only excuse.

Except when Renji pulled him into the bathroom after class, shoved him against the wall and made out, leaving him with just barely enough time to run to his next class, disheveled and red in the face.

Except when Renji took the same pleasure from being on the bottom as from being on the top and never ever faked anything.

But really…there was just no reason they were in love.

They were just lucky.

"We're the lucky ones..." -- Cold Case, Forever Blue

Nakama: translated as "friend," I think connotated with "teammate" and/or "ally"