Ichigo stared. For some reason, in the bathroom, a pink, be-ribboned bra was hanging up, apparently drip-drying. He looked back towards the hall before narrowing his eyes at the bra, "What the hell is that doing there? Yuzu and Karin are too young for that… right?" His eyes suddenly widened in horror at that thought that his sisters might actually not be too young for that any more. Had his sisters grown up suddenly without his notice!

"It's mine."

He turned around at the sound of a feminine voice, but one that certainly did not belong to Yuzu or Karin.

"Rukia? But…", he looked back at the pink thing hanging from the curtain rod, "you don't have boobs."

Ichigo found the view from the floor to be hazier than it should've been. Rukia stepped over him, and took the bra down. She walked back out, but paused at the door to look down at Ichigo and the footprint that was clear on his face.

"Hope you got a good look at it, since I doubt you'll ever see one of these again."