*Disclaimer: I do not own Ichigo, Rukia or anything that is of Bleach canon material-it all belongs to the lovely creator, Tite Kubo.

Warnings: none

She was small, much smaller than him

He couldn't deny that when they first met, the first thing that crossed his mind was how unbelievably short she was compared to him.

It wasn't like she was merely a few inches shorter, she was a whole whopping twelve inches—a foot shorter than him!

And while he always had the pleasure of looking down on her (especially during their bicker wars), she always managed to make him feel as if she were the one staring down at him.

One should never be fooled by the petite stature that is Rukia Kuchiki.

Despite how small she was, Rukia was one of the strongest people he knew.

Ichigo was quick to learn this.

Yet, he found that the fact that she was so petite was one of the many things he adored about her. It was…cute.

Not that he'd ever admit it out loud—especially to her.

"Oi, Ichigo!" Giving a light blink, Ichigo craned his neck downwards and wasn't surprised that a large pair of violet hues were glaring up at him. "What's with that stupid look on your face?"

With a roll of his eyes, Ichigo scowled and crossed his arms as he attempted to match her glare with one of his own.

"Tch, at least I'm not wasting my time drawing stupid rabbits all day." Rukia's eyes narrowed at his retort. She was at it again, making it seem as if she were the one looking down on him.

Rukia gave a short huff and a light purse of her lips as she uttered something along the lines of 'carrot-top and idiot' under her breath before turning back to her sketchbook full of poorly drawn rabbits.

The thing was, everything about Rukia was small, petite.

Her height, her feet, her hands, even her nose. Every petite feature she possessed was what made her so unique to him.

Her strength and attitude was what made him forget how petite and fragile she looked. The way she would crinkle her little nose with displeasure at something he said, and how she would bury her small fist into his gut, or even when she would open that tiny mouth of her's and make a loud remark about his behavior, made him adore her all the more.

There were times where he would imagine pulling her petite form into his arms, just so he could revel in the feel of her small body against his own.

Then there were times where he would want nothing more than to hoist her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and just carry her around. She was so small and light, he doubted it would feel like he was even holding anything.

A tiny smirk pulled at his lips.

"What are you smirking about now?" Ichigo glanced over and noticed that she stood, no longer in her previous laying position, with her hands on her hips and a tiny brow raised. Her tiny lips twitched with annoyance.

"Ah, nothing." He leaned back on his bed, placing his hands behind his head as he laced them. "Just thinking about how small you are compared to—"

Perhaps he didn't give himself enough time to dodge that right hook.

A/N:

Review please! :3

Lately, I have been finding myself hit with tons of inspiration and plot bunnies so I thought "why not?" it wouldn't hurt to have a collection of IR drabbles, would it? If I feel like writing a little IchiRuki, I can just publish them all in one story document! ^^

All of these drabbles will be centered around the canon though, none of them will be in an 'AU' setting (such as no shinigami, SS, or any setting that is not Bleach related).

Also, I'll gladly take requests!