Author's Notes: Ichigo/Rukia introspective? Involves bunnies. Heheh.
Tomorrow
Ichigo was amused.
He would never outright admit it, of course, but had he been anyone else his lips might have curved slightly upwards, his eyes might have twinkled with silent laughter.
But he was Ichigo, and Kurosaki Ichigo did not do these things.
Instead, he leaned against the doorframe of the pet shop, his arms crossed like a barrier over his chest as he kept an eye on Rukia. She was playing with the baby bunnies they had seen while walking past the window, the little fluff balls wiggling their noses at her and making her smile.
She would never outright admit it, of course, but had she been anyone else she might have laughed joyfully, her expression might have been eased from its ritual seriousnes.
But she was Rukia, and Kuchiki Rukia did not do these things.
Instead, Ichigo waited a good ten minutes before straightening, glancing back at her as she rose from her crouch, her features rearranging themselves until she looked a better replica of his Rukia.
Their eyes met and he looked away.
"We'll come back tomorrow."
The End.