DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BLEACH!
I apologize for any spellings or grammatical errors.
Rukia woke up with a major headache piercing the brain out of her.
She groaned in displeasure, her mind rising above consciousness as the first thing she sensed was herself feeling sick enough to throw up. She tried to hold it in, her hands securing on her mouth as she felt herself growing calmer. She tried to breathe rhythmically to keep her sickness in bay.
She sighed in relief when she felt herself growing soother, her legs entangled with something and her palms rested on her hard pillow that lightly snored-
Wait, snored?
Rukia instantly opened her eyes in bewilderment. Her eyes landed on accustomed spiky, disarranged orange shaded hair before her gaze lingered at the peaceful expression of her unaware companion. She widened her eyes in realizations of their legs entwining each other, the man still unconscious as he leaned closer and intensified the proximity of their position. She noted that his arms were circling around her waist, their noses few inches away from touching.
Hold on, this isn't my bed.
Eyebrows knitted in confusions, she tried to recall her memory of last night. She went to the bar and met up with Renji's girlfriend, whose apparently Kurosaki's childhood friend. So she tried to flee with drinking as her excuse and she was on her fifth drink-
Her headaches were thumping loudly yet she tried to remember the last thing she could.
Flashbacks
When Ichigo has just parked his car at the dormitory's parking lot, Rukia decided it was the best time to barf all over his car much to Ichigo's dismay. He wasted no time getting her out of his vehicle after parking it in rush at the nearest area and dragged her out via a piggyback ride.
"I hate you." Rukia slurred, head resting on Ichigo's back as she felt herself beginning to doze once more. "You are such an asshole."
"So I've been told." Ichigo responded nonchalantly, "Now stop moving around and behave properly. It's hard to walk with your weight hardly staying put behind me."
Rukia gasps, "How dare you call me fat!" She accused, pointing a shaky finger to the man from his shoulder. "Do you know that you can be kinda hot sometimes?" Rukia blurted, "It's such a shame you're a major jerk or I m-might kinda be into you-"
"Rukia," Ichigo cut in before she could finish, gawking in disbelief at what she revealed and attempted to stop her before she said anything she would regret.
"Might kinda be into you- Your shoulder."
Ichigo stopped at his tracks as her statement became something much more unexpected. "My shoulder." He repeated, bemused and confused at the same time.
Rukia nods in agreement. "And your back." She added, "It's hard not to fall asleep because your back and shoulder are so comfortable."
"So my back and shoulder are comfy," Ichigo echoed, "really?" He questioned playfully, his head turned towards her midway before averting his gaze back to their front while continuing their walk. "You won't like it when you remember this tomorrow."
"That's sober Rukia's problem." Rukia answered, head getting heavier and voice growing softer each passing second before she completely lost consciousness and drifted back to sleep.
End of Flashback
Rukia paled. Her recollections of last night's event turned out to worsen her currently uncomfortable case with Kurosaki Ichigo. I will never drink with Kurosaki around any longer. God knows what drunken Rukia's gonna say the next time this happens.
So why were they sleeping together inside his room in the first place anyway? Rukia cursed her hasty decision of ordering more drinks last night. To hell with their agreements, she shouldn't have considered their promises when she met Tatsuki with Renji yesterday and this wouldn't have happened in the first place.
He's been the selfish one since the first time we met, I shouldn't have given a fuck.
She felt the sudden shift of the mattress before she was greeted with chocolate orbs staring back at her absent-mindedly, her companion still half-awake as he recognized her conscious presence.
"Morning." He rasped, smirking mischievously as he ran a hand combing his hair. "I suggest for you to brush your teeth because you puked all over my newly-washed car yesterday."
"You better have a good reason for our position right now, Kurosaki, because I'm only few impulses away from punching your guts."
Ichigo gapes, clearing his throat in disbelief before giving a shrewd look at the raven haired. "Excuse me?" He raised an eyebrow, "You were the one who asked me to stay with you."
Rukia pauses, "What?"
"You mean you don't remember?"
Flashbacks
"You left your bag in the bar," Ichigo began, "so just use my bed for now. I'll call Momo to make sure she brings it tomorrow."
"I'm not sleeping with you here, you big pervert!" Rukia refused. However, Ichigo ignored her remark and threw her uncaringly, causing her back to fall flat on the bed rather painfully.
Rukia glares, "You tossed me?!" She glowered as she asked in fits of anger.
"I'm sleeping outside on the sofa," Ichigo explained, "just call me if you need something. And if you need to vomit, rush to the toilet."
After that, Ichigo headed outside his bedroom in attempt to rest on the living room. But when he was about to step away, a tug on his shirt diverted him for a moment.
"Don't go." Rukia sobbed and Ichigo stopped.
His whole figure rigidly turning towards his drunken roommate who's currently wiping tears away from her cheeks. Ichigo sighs, "What the hell are you crying about now, midget?" He asked tiredly, not even surprised at her sudden burst of randomness at this point.
She threw fits at him, hit on him, told him he's hot then calling him a pervert, and now she cried while asking him to stay. It was all so confusing with Rukia drunk and he couldn't really apprehend her mind, especially when he's bad at handling crying girls.
This woman is so emotional when she's drunk.
"How could you?" She whispered, lips trembling and eyes unfocused. "Y-You shouldn't have covered for me. You shouldn't-"
Ichigo cocked an eyebrow, not knowing how to react watching the breakdown. She said some more incoherent, mixed up murmurs Ichigo couldn't quite pinpoint between her hiccups. He was never good with crying women, so he simply stayed as he dreaded the moment Rukia will finally calm down and come back to her senses. With the way she was sniffling, her latest statement was definitely not involving him.
"Don't leave me, Kaien."
End of Flashbacks
"Last thing I remembered was the time you dragged me out after I vomited your car." Rukia answered, position now seated on the mattress as she stretched herself. She stepped out from the bed as her eyes still locked at her roommate, clearing her throat uncomfortably. "I apologize for anything I've done last night and thank you-"
"So who's Kaien?" Ichigo blurted out.
Rukia stops, "What?"
"Who's Kaien?" Ichigo repeated, eyes not gazing away as he strongly stated the question.
Rukia's face turns pale, "Did I say his name?"
"Repeatedly, yes," Ichigo replied, "you even called me him so I was curious. Your ex-boyfriend? Do we look alike or-"
"N-No, definitely not, he was an old friend." Rukia stammered, "Did I say anything else about him?"
She averted her gaze, hands clenching the blanket tightly to feign her shaky palms. The nervous stance she was in as she fidgeted nervously causes Ichigo to break the reaction with a lie.
"No," he responded, "you called me him and muttered his name few times last night. That's it."
"Oh," she mumbled, shoulders rested as relief was transparently relaxing her muscles. "Well uh, he's an old friend." She repeated her past clarification; not attempting to give more information and Ichigo got the hang of it.
So he decided not to press it further. Well, it had nothing to do with him anyway.
"I'm going to brush my teeth," Rukia grumbled, "I feel so disgusting."
Ichigo smirks as she stepped closer to the door. "Headache much?"
"You've got no idea."
"There are aspirins on the shelf in case you need one." Ichigo informed her. The answer he got was the door clicking shut but he was pretty sure she heard him, just was in a difficulty to reply or even talk with the deadly hangover.
Hearing the sound of showers turning on, Ichigo decided to rise from his bed as well. He should prepare for their breakfast soon.
After Rukia finished her shower, she smelled her favorite food's scent. She went out from the bathroom and walked towards the source of smell, greeted by her dorm mate who apparently was in the middle of decorating the waffles with her favorite toppings: strawberries and chocolate syrups.
Recognizing the appearance of Rukia, Ichigo tilted his head towards the petite woman. "You're done? The breakfast is almost finished so just sit on the dining table." He instructed with his head tilted towards the directed dining table.
Following his instruction, Rukia did so after she got her favorite limited-edition Chappy mug and Ichigo's usual mug on the counter then placed them on the table according to their seats instead. Ichigo tagged along soon enough with two plates readily served. "Here you go." He stated before he sat in opposite chair in front of her. Rukia stared at her favorite breakfast menu for a minute before she threw her attention to her companion instead.
"Well, this is unexpected." Rukia furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "Did you win a lottery?"
"Sadly no," Ichigo flatly responded, "your friend made sure I had these prepared to help your restoration."
Rukia knew Momo wasn't her best friend for nothing. "Well, thank you for this I guess," She said as she began to cut the waffle, "but why the sudden change of behavior?" She asked before she put one piece inside her mouth.
Ichigo sighs, "In case you've forgotten because of your aftereffect, midget, I did offer you a peace offering."
"I remember that," Rukia replied, "what I don't get is the fact you're being nice. Like, way too nice. You don't need to do all these stuffs."
Ichigo looks at her, "I'm just trying to apologize."
She sharply stares back at him, "Just be normal," she pressed, remembering his last attempt too out of character, "so that neither of our friends gets any assumptions about you and me."
However, the silent message was clearly delivered. There is no need to apologize.
"Fine," Ichigo relented, "then we should just get started on rearranging our terms of living together."
Rukia nods without responding and Ichigo took the action as an agreement to let him revise his side first.
He clears his throat, "First of all, about the boundaries," he began, "I think it's fair for you to be acquainted with my friends. After all, they are going to be coming here often in the near future too."
"So you do realize," Rukia squinted her eyes as she mentioned, "that you were too absurd with that rule of yours."
Ichigo growls, "Indeed I am, but you can't blame me because you did sleep on the couch with only a towel when you first came in." He pointed out.
"Fair enough," Rukia admitted, "next thing to revise?"
"I think we should trade turns," Ichigo smirked, "you might want to give some of your suggestions as well so we can make this work."
"This time Rukia, you definitely can't escape from me. Or rather, I won't let you." Rukia flinched at her pushy friend's claim. Momo was adamant to know all the juicy stuffs, which in much to Rukia's disappointments, she's got none.
"I've told you for hundreds of times already and this time, it's no different," Rukia retorted, "Ichigo and I have nothing going on between us."
"You say that," Momo spoke, "but he just agreed to eat with us in this cafeteria or to be more exact, in the campus cafeteria, Rukia, where everyone will see. Him, the so-called private heartthrob Kurosaki Ichigo who always keeps people on an arm's length!" Momo gawked, "Are you for real now?"
"We decided to be civil to make our agreements work," Rukia reasoned, "and he's joining us because our revisions aren't fully finished yet."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Momo sighed, "I've been following his forum for a year now and most of his friends don't even get the same treatment you get. You should've seen the suggestive looks his friends gave both of you yesterday. There was something definitely going on between you and him when he paid for your crepe."
"And I've explained to you many times about that situation already. He was just giving a peace offering!" Rukia gritted her teeth, almost shouted the exclamation out loud. It didn't sound like a bad idea to scream with the current situation, actually. The only thing that was stopping her was the fact they were currently sitting in school cafeteria. Raising her voice could be considered the same as signing her death warrant.
"May I add that he drove you back home the minute he arrived," Momo began, "and the fact he detailed your breakfast habit in a heartbeat?"
"Oh, I don't know, Momo. Perhaps it wasn't normal to know your roommate's usual breakfast after living with her for weeks?" Rukia sarcastically asked, "And he lived in the same place as me so of course it was unusual of him to drive me home."
Momo rolls her eyes, "You know what? I give up, you're too oblivious. I'm just gonna wait until you announce your relationship yourself and then enjoy myself annoying you in the future with my 'I told you so'."
"Be my guest because that day is never going to happen." Rukia replied in agreement, inwardly feeling glad with their conclusion of the discussion. Momo would never drop the topic off except she decided to do so herself.
As the topic began to change, Rukia found herself to lose focus on her friend's rambles. She began watching the front entrance mindlessly while one palm rested on her cheek with hope that her bun haired friend will be finished with whatever story she's telling right now soon. Her attention almost drifted away from reality until she found a distinctly familiar blue shade of hair, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion before realization dawned on her of who the person was.
"I heard you're Ichigo's woman."
Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez. Ichigo told her his full name and biography after their little meeting the last time. He was with some of his friends and they seemed to be in the middle of chattering. His friends ordered the food and he seemed to be the one who's saving their seats. With Grimmjow still unaware of her presence, she replayed the previous threat the man decided to give.
"This isn't over yet, Kuchiki." Grimmjow warned, before turning his body around and walked the other way.
Great, she totally didn't need extra chores after she just finished the hurdle of getting along with Kurosaki Ichigo. Just that whole fiasco alone resulted her deadly hangover. Moreover, Momo was here with her and that girl had nothing to do with this. Rukia was about to avert her gaze and pretended not to see in hope the man did not as well, but then his eyes scanned towards the whole room aimlessly and their eyes accidentally met.
Crap.
"What's wrong, Rukia?" Momo asked, inquiring her best friend from her sudden change of face expression. "You don't exactly look good right now. Are you sick?"
"We really need to get going." Rukia demanded, getting her bag and was about to grab Momo's arm and drag her away. Unfortunately as she stood up, she saw Grimmjow was walking forth towards her, abandoning his saved chairs. She frowned and her mind scarcely tried to find a way out. While she could definitely defend herself, she really didn't need Momo to get pulled on her mess. Correction, Kurosaki's mess.
"Wha- Why all of a sudden?" Momo relented at the end but bafflement was written all over her face. However, Rukia had no time to explain and just gave her a final look, silently messaging her friend that she will tell the whole story later. Upon knowing it was urgent, Momo pursed her lips and followed the raven haired anyway.
Rukia had halfway escaped when her steps were halted with much taller figure. "What's the rush?" She unwillingly looked up and was met with the coy smirk the blue haired man plastered on his face.
"Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez?" Momo gasped before turning her head towards her friend. "Rukia, you know him?"
"Unfortunately." Rukia answered with a glare throwing daggers at the so-called man. "And may I ask, what can I help you with, Jaegerjaquez-san?" She politely asked with formalities, not wanting Momo to get dragged with Kurosaki's problem as well.
"Do you remember I warned you the last time, Kuchiki," Grimmjow leaned over her ear, "that it's not over yet?"
Rukia swiftly pushed him away. "Don't get too close to me." Rukia scowled with eyes unimpressed. "Everyone's watching and your friends are here so too bad for you, asshole." Learning from her past mistake, she averted her gaze towards the whole cafeteria. Indeed as she said, everyone was watching. The whispers were too loud even Rukia could hear parts of the inside scoops. Some girls even pulled out their phones blatantly and either extremely typing or taking pictures of the current situation, Rukia grimaced and could only hope the rumors wouldn't turn out to be too outrageous.
Grimmjow shrugs, "So? It will just seem like I'm stealing Ichigo's woman, I can see the headline in the forum already." He grinned wickedly and Rukia scorned in disgusts. "I have some business with Ichigo. I need you to come with me."
"Hell no," Rukia spat, "what you and Ichigo have going on has nothing to do with me so get away from my sight. And I am not his woman."
Grimmjow ignored her exclamation and grabbed her free arm, attempting to forcefully drag her away until a kick on his shin failed his attempt. He fell backwards on the floor and Rukia could hear few gasps erupted from the crowd.
"I did warn you." Rukia reprimanded and veins were popping as Grimmjow stood up from the sudden attack.
Rukia looked around and see that the people have distanced themselves to not get involved. Some still bravely took snaps of photos or recorded the accident, but Rukia has far more important matter than managing her publicity image right now. Momo was looking at her worriedly and about to aid her friend, but Rukia shook her head in understanding before the bun haired got too close for Grimmjow to realize. Momo seemed to get the clue but then opened her phone relentlessly, looking as if she's about to call for help.
"That's it," he glowered, "you're so going to regret it."
"Will I?" Rukia challenged before giving a glance to her friend, releasing her grip from Momo and signing her to step a bit further away from the area.
I should avert his attention before he's aware of Momo's connection with me.
Grimmjow laughs, "You might be a woman but I don't care about gender, Kuchiki." He stated, "You messed with the wrong person."
"Last time I checked, you were the one whom vigorously tried to kidnap me." Rukia retorted, not backing away one bit. "And I did manage to kick you single-handedly."
"You did catch me off guard at the first time," he approved, "but don't expect luck to happen the second time, woman."
"We'll see about that."
Grimmjow glared at her, closing their distance and was about to launch his blow with Rukia prepared to counter. However the upcoming outbreak didn't come as Grimmjow's arm was stopped with another hand.
"Really, Grimmjow? You would fall as low as casting violence towards one woman way smaller than you?"
Rukia blinked at the sudden interruption, the orange head showing no doubt of whom her helper was without needing to see his face.
This kind of feels like a déjà vu.
"You always come around when it comes to protecting her," Grimmjow pointed out while grinning wickedly, "I think I've found one of your weaknesses, Ichigo."
"Trust me, this is pure coincidental." Ichigo assured, "If this midget right here was a weakness, I wouldn't have survived. She could land a punch on her own."
Grimmjow scoffs, "Barging on your woman now, aren't you?"
"For whatsoever time it is, I'm not his woman!" Rukia groaned, face palming herself in frustration. There goes her untainted reputation, Grimmjow just had to call her Ichigo's woman multiple times that she was sure his fangirls have already heard it. "Kurosaki, you better finish whatever business you have with him right at this moment because I am not getting involved with your problems anymore!"
Ichigo sighs, "The problem is I don't have any problem with him." He scratched his neck as he looked towards the petite woman currently next to him.
"Then why the fuck is he chasing you like you owed him a large sum of money?" Rukia gritted her teeth, glaring at the man with much aggravation.
"Well-"
"It's a long story, honey," Grimmjow answered on Ichigo's behalf, "he didn't owe me any money but in another hand, I needed an important information from him." Rukia raised an eyebrow at the explanation. What kind of secret does Ichigo keep to the point Grimmjow would pursuit him to the moon and back? "And do know Ichigo, I'm not letting your girlfriend get away if you keep fleeing from me."
"She's not my girlfriend." Ichigo rolls his eyes. "This matter has become quite annoying."
"No shit, Sherlock." Rukia muttered under her breath.
"Fine," Ichigo spat, "we're finishing this once and for all but we're moving place."
Rukia breathed a sigh of relief, the matter was sorted. Now she can rest assured and maybe go back to her dorm while waiting without any-
"She's coming with me, just in case you changed your mind midway and plans to run away from me again."
Rukia's eyes widened in surprise at the exclamation.
What?
Ichigo sighs, "Sure, as long as she doesn't mind." He looked at her along with Grimmjow, waiting for her final decision.
Rukia darts her eyes threateningly, "This better be the last time I'm tangled with your matters, Kurosaki. I thought you hate getting assaulted from your boundaries."
Well, at least she's not getting drawn away from her own will threateningly and be kept as a hostage. She was more of like some kind of insurance now and this way, Momo is safe. How bad can it be?
Rukia decided that it was worse.
Apparently, moving places in Kurosaki Ichigo's dictionary meant that they had to go on a full detour from the cafeteria to another campus building in far enough distance to attract attentions from people who recognized the trio. It didn't help that the fact both males who are currently accompanying her were well known throughout the university. She just enticed much more unneeded special awareness from the forum girls.
"You owe me ice cream for this whole ordeal, Kurosaki." Rukia grumbled as they walked as nonchalant as they could with the blatant stares during the whole trip. "One problem leads to another with your name entitled and now I feel an additional incoming trouble with all the glares your fangirls are giving me from back in cafeteria to here."
"Well now you know how I feel," Ichigo says in fake enthusiasm, "at least I rescued you back there, didn't I?"
"You were late by twenty minutes." Rukia fixedly argued. "Is it one of your quirks to come later than the promised time or what?"
"Is it one of your quirks to always get involved in bad coincidences or what?" Ichigo sarcastically countered, "You made me meet the maddening guy right behind us twice in a month and now I can't leave without getting interrogated, should I feel encouraged?"
Rukia scoffs, "Not my fault you had some beef with the blue haired obsessed madman."
Ichigo merely rolled his eyes and decided to pauses their banters as he stopped his tracks. "I think here is good now. Barely anyone will pay attention to this small pathway."
"Good, now speak." Grimmjow folded his arms. "You know what I wanted to know, Ichigo."
Ichigo sighs, "I have no idea where Nel is right now."
Rukia raised an eyebrow, all those forceful attempts and dramatic measures for a single person's whereabouts?
"You think I would buy that," Grimmjow growled, "when you're the person she loves the most and probably the only one who she trusted enough to know her current location?"
"Okay," Ichigo conceded, "I lied. I know where she is, but I'm not obligated to tell you."
Grimmjow growls, "Don't fuck around with me, carrot head. Tell me where she is right now."
"Look," Ichigo instigated hesitantly, "she specifically told me to keep away any mentions of her from you."
Grimmjow pauses, "What?"
"Or rather, you knowing that I know anything about her whereabouts are violations to the promise itself." Ichigo scratched his head. "So actually, I can't say anything more."
"And why the fuck should I being kept in the dark?"
Ichigo narrows his eyes, "I think you know the reason for it better than me."
A suffocating silence followed with clueless Rukia decided to not intervene. It was not long after the exclamation from Ichigo that Grimmjow decided to leave without asking anymore question, expression unreadable as he walked away from the deserted area.
"That finished up simpler than I thought." Rukia piqued, "Why in the world would you complicate things if it would end up easy like that?"
"It's not that easy, Midget." Ichigo scowled, "I shouldn't have revealed anything to him from the first place. I broke the supposed promise and it's because you were the bargaining chip."
"You're blaming me?" Rukia gaped, "Let me tell you Kurosaki, that I am obviously the victim right here!"
The nerve of this man! Rukia gritted her teeth. She was confronted twice and Momo was in danger all because he promised to keep a secret of someone's location to Grimmjow. And now he's throwing the fault at her?
"Ichigo."
"What?"
"Stop calling me Kurosaki," Ichigo professed, changing their argument topic halfway as if it was the most typical thing in the world, "and call me by my first name."
Rukia contemplates the idea, "I don't know, Kurosaki-"
"Ichigo."
"Kurosaki-"
"Rukia." The emphasized of tone from speaking her name caused Rukia to flinch. "I'm serious."
"I think I need to sort some things out with you, Kurosaki," Rukia confessed, "look, I get that we are getting to get closer to each other as friends, but both of our friends are getting the wrong ideas so it might be better to be a little more guarded if we don't want people to make up titles for us."
Ichigo furrows his eyebrows, "What do you mean by wrong ideas?"
"To simplify it, they think that we're together. As in, dating." Rukia patiently clarified, hoping Ichigo would get the clue soon being the insensitive idiot he was.
Silence.
"And why the fuck would they think like that?"
"Oh I don't know," Rukia innocently smiled, "after you paid that crepe on my behalf? Carrying me home when I'm wasted and then singling out my breakfast habit? I have no idea, Kurosaki-kun, which one do you think make them suspicious?" The raven haired gave a fake gasp in her high pitched actress voice she used back when she crashed his date with Orihime.
Much to his annoyance with her behavior, realization dawned on him, "Oh shit."
"Yeah, oh shit." Rukia echoed and rolled her eyes, placing one of her hands on her hip. "So it would be wise for me and you to keep a little distance if you don't want this to get messier, don't you think?"
"Or we can just explain it to them." Ichigo negotiated, making the petite woman to throw unconvincing looks towards him.
"Are you sure it's the right time?" She didn't want to push him too much and straining their newly molded truce.
Ichigo shrugs, "People will know it sooner or later anyway with you always coming back and forth on the male dormitory hallway. The guys from the same floor as us will probably figure out soon that you're not sneaking yourself inside. If we want to simplify our condition, this should get solved soon."
"You're right," Rukia agreed, "so I take it we're not keeping it as secrets either to the mass of your fangirls?"
"You said it yourself that they were snapping shots when we were in the cafeteria," Ichigo rephrased, "so yeah, it doesn't matter anymore." Ichigo answered and then throwing a sharp look to her, "Any girls except Momo are still off limits to visit our dorm, though. Guys are fine, feel free to bring your boyfriend if you will ever have one, but don't bring a suspicious one or I will kick him out. I do not trust anyone else."
"Noted." Rukia scoffed at his authorities but conceded anyway, considering his difficult position with most people couldn't be trusted.
The discussion caused Rukia to remember one of her previous fights with him. It took her hell of a lot of time to convince Ichigo to let Momo get inside and visit her. Ichigo only surrendered at the end because Rukia relented to violence, punched him on the stomach and kicked him on his chin while screaming at him for being a massive jerk.
Well at least I didn't kick him on his ball, Rukia mused.
"And since we're going to live with each other for the whole semester, just call me Ichigo."
Rukia narrows her eyes. "You're bringing that up again." She gives a questioning look. "Why are you so persistent about this, Kurosaki?"
"Calling me Kurosaki reminds me of Inoue," Ichigo scrunched his face at the unwanted recollections, "I don't want to be reprimanded of her every time you call me with my surname, especially since you're going to be staying in the dorm for the whole semester."
"Technically, Inoue is closer than you because she's your childhood friend's best friend. So it's only fair I call you Kurosaki." Rukia argued, "Calling you Ichigo by now would only lead to fuel up her and many other's thoughts."
"Momo calls me Ichigo," he interjected, "I don't see her being closer with me compared to you."
"You just want me to call you by your first name, don't you?" Rukia teased, smirking as she gave a meaningful look towards the man who merely scoffed at her assumptions.
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Fine, Ichigo, now let's go that ice cream you owed me because I'm carving a strawberry flavored one."
Ichigo gives a look at her, "I never agreed to buy you any."
"After I became insurance for something I'm unrelated to? And for being treated as your woman and get all tangled up with your rumors?" Rukia gave a dirty look, "You are the lowest, Kurosaki-kun."
"Fine, fine!" Ichigo growled, "Only this once." Rukia smirked in triumphant. "And you better stop that high pitched voice of yours because that voice irritates me."
Rukia raised an eyebrow playfully, her arms folded on her chest as she asked, "And who are you to control my manner of speaking?"
"Your strawberry ice cream is drifting further away from you." Ichigo half-threateningly cooed as he reprimanded her.
Rukia laughs, "Alright, alright. Now let's get going before any of your friends finds us out and forces you to treat them too, Ichigo."
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