A/N I've not abandoned any of my stories! I've just had an abundance of one-shots piling into my head. When I free all of 'em, you'll catch an update of the three-part story, and the multi-chapter Bleach fanfic.
Disclaimer: Since I've lacked one in the other stories, here's one. I don't own Bleach.
This could be considered AU, and quite possibly a bit OOC.
He could've easily caught the ball. He didn't have to have that nosebleed on his face. He didn't catch it though; he let it soar through the blue sky. He let it smash right into his face. But at that moment, to him, it was okay. Despite his scrunched eyebrows and seemingly permanent scowl, he was glad that she laughing and jumping with joy. As he watched her, unconsciously, it brought a ridiculous shit-eating grin to his face. That stopped her in her tracks, and she leered at him.
"Why are you smiling, idiot?" She asked gruffly. "You have a nosebleed. Maybe even a broken nose!"
His face returned to normal. "Just thinking of my revenge plot." He gestured to the ball on the ground with a roll of his eyes and continued. "I won't hurt ya though. I kinda like your pretty face." He grinned again.
She kicked him in the shin and ran off towards the house. Before entering the household, she turned around and called out to him.
"Let's go on a picnic, Strawberry!"
"Not if you're cooking! You can't cook to save your life!" Ichigo yelled back, scowling, but joking.
She was too far away to kick him, so instead she settled for a death glare. "If you're so hot, why don't you do it?" And with that, she went into the house to get ready.
He mumbled something along the lines of "demon midget" and "officious brat" before jogging in after her. He immediately went to prepare himself for the somewhat unwanted picnic. This woman was insufferable. At that moment, he could not fathom why he'd asked her to move in. Then it hit him. For some, it would've seemed sadistic, to fall in love with a violent midget as she. For others, their story was the perfect love story.
He was tall, while she was short.
His skin was golden, a blazing tan. Her skin was as pale as the moonlight.
He was an average student, while she graduated as a valedictorian.
He was reckless and rushed headfirst into everything. She was bureaucratic, always technical.
He always got himself into fights. She steered clear of those, and pulled him out of his.
He was the athletic one. She kept her nose in the books.
His face held an intimidating scowl. Her face had a cheery outlook all the time.
He was quiet, reserved and kept to himself. She was loud, brash.
In his own mind, he was a tainted man, where she was unmasked perfection.
In the end, what mattered was that he loved her, and she loved him. To them, that was good enough. It made them perfect for each other.
"Are you coming!" He heard her yell. He'd been zoned out for nearly forty minutes. Luckily enough, he'd made quick snacks she'd like. He went towards the fridge and grabbed an extra cucumber. He packed up everything and walked towards the sound of her impatient foot tapping.
"Hey, Rukia?"
"What, Ichigo?"
"I love you."
She smiled softly and grabbed his free hand.
"I love you, too."
A/N Tell me readers, did you like it? :]