A/n: I felt compelled to write a Bleach drabble. Don't ask why. I love writing drabbles. Short, sweet and to the point. Anyways, review please. I don't own bleach…or Yuzu's yellow pajamas.
Jammies
Their relationship had somehow ventured off track of slaying Hollows, perhaps to the onset of something else entirely. It felt a little forbidden, and a little exciting at the same time. And then, before it could progress into something serious, he just stopped.
Rukia could feel his breath in her ear and on the nap of her neck. He stood there, tense and unmoving for the longest moment before taking a heavy sigh. His grip on her shoulder slackened and he took a step back.
He gave her an applogetic smile. "Sorry," he said. "But I can't."
Confused and curious, she looked at him. "Why not?"
She saw how Ichigo avoided her gaze quietly. When he didn't answer, she pressed on. "Why not?"
"It's weird," he said.
"Weird!" Rukia felt instinctively compelled to clobber him, when she thought that maybe she should listen. "Why is it weird?"
Rukia waited. "Ichigo!"
He laughed and tugged gently at her sleeve. "Those are my sister's jammies," he said. "It's just weird."
Rukia folded her arms over her chest. She could understand that…a little. "I'm not taking them off," she said coldly.
He laughed again and turned away. "That's too bad."
Alone in the bedroom, Rukia sat on the edge of her bed. She sighed and looked down at Yuzu's yellow pajamas. Perhaps it was time for her to go buy some sleepwear of her own.