In which Ichigo and Rukia are together before she's taken back to Soul Society, and I try to rhyme.

He saw her

He didn't see the false bravado

The shaky control

Or realization that she didn't really know

He didn't see a noble

He didn't see her back straight

Or perfectly prim manners

Even on blistering days

He didn't see the lackluster warrior

Her brother saw

Emerge from her zanpakuto

When she joined the thirteenth squad

He saw her

He just saw Rukia

He saw something she didn't know was there

He saw who she was without a single care

So now she lives in his closet

Her power stolen by a replica of the sun

And she doesn't have to be anything she isn't

She can't say it isn't fun

She doesn't have to be a Kuchiki

She isn't a shinigami, that's his job for now

She doesn't have to keep it together all the time

She still doesn't know how

Or why he looks at her like he does

Like she's the sun instead of him

Like she is all his hope

Like a light that never dims

But she knows exactly

She reflects the look back at him

It doesn't matter until they figure out what's going on

And come get her

That what they're doing is the ultimate Soul Society sin