Main POV

"I'll figure it out later, Urahara, until then I have things I need to be doing," I sighed and stood up. "Thank you for the tea."

"So what do you plan on doing now?" Ichigo asked as we walked away from the little dirt field Urahara Shōten was located in.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"If I'm to believe your stupid anime story," Ichigo started, putting his hands behind his head as he walked, bag hanging in his hand over his shoulder. "Then, you're homeless, clothes-less and jobless. What do you plan on doing?"

"I guess I'll figure something out," I shrugged. "Do you mind if I keep the things I bought in Akihabra at yours until I sort myself out?"

"I mean sure, why not keep your things where you'll be staying, it'd be incredibly weird if I made you cast them all of outside somewhere," he replied nonchalantly.

"What do you mean, where I'll be staying?" I asked. "Ichigo, I'm not sick anymore, I can't just take up a bed in the clinic!"

"We'll figure something out, don't worry. What kind of a man would I be if I knowingly let a young girl stay out on the streets at night? I don't mind having people over, I just don't like it when those damn shinigami come in and expect they can just stay with me without even asking first. And all of them at once, where would we have the space, damn it!"

"Dude," I put up a hand. "Calm down a little. I'm not going to bring an army of shinigami into your house. Where would I even find one?"

"Sorry, I got a little worked up," he replied. "It's easier, talking to you. You know everything but you're not connected to all of that stuff."

"I'm glad you think so," I smiled. "I'd hate to be a nuisance."

"Oh you still are," he replied. "But I figure I better be nice to you if I want you to keep helping me with my math homework."

"You need more help?" I asked.

"Get more every day, don't see why I wouldn't," he shrugged.

"So what, I'm a live in math tutor now?" I raised a brow in jest.

"Something like that," he shrugged. "We'll work these details out later, now come on, let's get home already, I'm hungry."

I never realised until now, since I'd skipped breakfast today's this would be my first time trying food in the animie world. As if on cue my stomach gave a comical rumble and I laughed.

"By the sounds of things, you are too," Ichigo replied.

"Sure am," I smiled and walked past him. "Been a busy day, let's hurry back and eat."

"You changed your tune pretty quick," Ichigo commented beside me.

"I realised you were right," I shrugged. "I'm tired, hungry and homeless and arguing with you isn't going to get me anywhere except spending the night under a bridge. It really annoys me, you know, when you're right."

"Oh?" He laughed. "Why's that?"

"It usually means I'm wrong," I smiled.

"Uo-chan," Yuzu greeted. "You're staying the night again?"

"I asked her to," Ichigo replied.

"What?" She gasped. "Oyaji! Onii-chan brought his girlfriend to stay the night!"

"What!?" Isshin called, barralling down the clinic hallway and into the house. "My boy is finally a man!"

"God damn it," Ichigo kicked his father in the face. "Will you stop saying that every time Uo comes over."

"If I remember anything, no," I smiled. "his character is pretty consistent, even if incredibly annoying."

"Damn it," he groaned, going upstairs to put his bag away in his room, returning a few moments later.

"Cheer up," I punched him lightly in the arm. "One day, he'll get super old and his arthritis will prevent him from pulling shit like this."

"That in your anime too?" He asked.

"Just wishful thinking, but everyone gets old eventually, wait him out," I shrugged.

"Yeah cause that's not going to take a long time," he grumbled.

"Either that or you actually get yourself a girlfriend sate him a little bit. I mean, when's the last time you actually spent time with a girl who wasn't your friend?" I asked, sitting down at the dinner table while we waited. He turned beet red.

"Well actually, there hasn't really been much time for any of that," he rubbed the back of his neck. "I think that's why they're so big on it. I spend a lot of time with Rukia and Orehime, Tasuki when I was younger but I've never actually had a girlfriend."

"What never?" I gasped. "Not even a little 'I held hands with a girl once' in preschool?"

"Nope," he replied still beet red.

"I guess if I had to constantly fight hollows and arrancar and evil ex shinigami I wouldn't have much time to date either," I sighed. "I forget sometimes, how hard it must have been for you, giving up your high school years for endless story archs and wars that were not your own. You missed out on everything that made being a teenager fun."

"You talk like you're some middle aged woman," he told me. "You're only twenty, you're not that much older than me."

"Still I bet I've managed to have more fun," I replied. "Come out with me on Saturday, we'll do nothing of any importance."

"Are you hitting on me?" He joked and I smacked him on the back of the head. "Ow!"

"You don't sound very grateful," I glared at him with my arms crossed. "I'm giving you a break from hollow watch."

"What by asking if I want to hang out with you?" He quirked a brow.

"Well now I'm demanding," I poked my tongue out at him.

"Fine!" He threw his hands up in the air.

"What are you two arguing about?" Karin asked, leaning against the wall with her arms folded over her chest.

"What we're doing on Saturday," Ichigo replied with a sigh.

"You two are going on a date?" Yuzu squealed excitedly.

"Who's going on a date?" Isshin yelled and spun around.

"My fist and your face," Ichigo replied angrily.

"I forgot how much of a hot head you are," I chuckled.

"Ichi-nii's always been like that," Karin said sitting down. "Better get used to it."

"Trust me, it makes him who he is, and I wouldn't change a single thing," I smiled at him and his father arguing. "You know Toshiro's back. You gonna ask him to play soccer with you?"

"You think he'd want to?" She asked.

"Has he ever wanted to?" I laughed. "He does it because you ask him. I imagine he has fun, but he's always so consumed by work he never actually thinks of doing things for fun."

"It's been a long time," Karin responded. "What if he doesn't want to?"

"Then it's his loss," I shrugged. "And if he's a jerk about it I'll beat him up for you. And if you want any help, you can count on me."

"Thanks Uo," Karin half smiled.

"No problem," I smiled warmly back.

"What are you two talking about?" Ichigo asked, coming back from his argument.

"Soccer," I shrugged.

"You're obsessed," Ichigo commented. "You need therapy, you're as bad as Uo with anime."

"Hey!" I smacked him on the head. "There's nothing wrong with enjoying soccer or anime, and you should be grateful she's outside enjoying soccer and not inside obsessing over boys or makeup!"

"Stop hitting me!" He growled.

"So they're refusing to relent on the idea that we're dating so you're stuck with me," Ichigo said, pulling a fold up futon out off the top shelf in Rukia's cupboard. "I'll take the futon and you can take my bed. That's not going to be a problem, is it?"

"For you maybe," I chuckled, looking at the tiny futon. "Ichigo, you can't sleep on this, sleep in your own bed. Let me take the futon."

"What kind of man would I be if I made you sleep on the floor?" He yelled.

"A tall one," I replied. "And I'm sleeping on a futon, not the floor, unless you plan on confiscating it from me for not following along with your plans."

"No," he replied. "But it's just.."

"It's my choice you big dummy," I crossed my arms over my chest. "I'm 5'3", it makes more sense. Plus, I'm not the guy with school tomorrow. Gotta get a decent night's sleep if you wanna actually learn something."

"What do you mean, actually learn something?! I learn plenty," he growled acusigly.

"Except apparently math, you get anything new today? Let me see," I motioned for him to take out his math books.

"Yeah, same chapter as yesterday but a new section of questions," he said.

"Better get started then," I pointed to his desk chair while I perched on the futon, reaching into one of my Akihabara shopping bags that had been moved up here. I pulled out a new manga I had wanted to start reading and flicked through the pages, waiting for him to call on me for help.

"So he let you stay again, huh?" Rukia coming in through the bedroom window in her shinigami form, leaping over my futon and into the closet where her giguy was.

"You know, what if Yuzu or someone was to look in the closet and just find your lifeless body in there?" I asked.

"Memory replacement," she shrugged.

"Weren't you the one to lecture Ichigo about leaving his body just laying around?" I asked laughing.

"That was out in public, people shouldn't be snooping through Ichigo's closet," she replied.

"Hey can you take a look at this one?" Ichigo asked, looking up from his notebook.

"Start again while I watch," I said leaning over his shoulder. He repeated the steps and when he went to move on to number three I stopped him. "Carry that 2, you can't just think you'll remember it. That's why your answer is coming up wrong, you're forgetting to add this number."

"Got it," he nodded and finished the problem. "Math is so methodical, everything has so many procedures."

"Can't just wing it like most of your fights, huh?" I smirked.

"I don't just wing it with my fights! I put in some thought," he grumbled. "What kind of anime do you watch where they cut out all the character development."

"They don't," I smiled and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly. "I'm just teasing."

"I didn't realise your math was so bad you needed a tutor," Rukia commented, coming over to inspect his work.

"It's 'cause Kon takes such shitty notes," he groaned. "Life was much easier when someone else would let me copy theirs."

"Does your school library have other copies of your textbooks?" I asked.

"They should, why?" He asked.

"Can you get me a copy of this one?" I asked pointing to his math book. "I wanna study the same chapters as you so I can help you better, maybe take some notes."

"Why would you go to that much effort, for me?" Ichigo asked, surprised.

"I never thought about it as much effort," I shrugged. "I do the same for my siblings whenever they need help with something. Although, I usually have my old notes. Now I have to start from scratch. But it'll give me something to do during the day while I'm searching for a job, you know?"

"So long as it's no bother," he rubbed the back of his neck.

"How about we have a deal, you see a hollow about to brutally murder me, you kill it. In return, I'll help you with any homework you get."

"Alright deal," he replied. "Although you know I would have done it anyway, right?"

"I know," I smiled. "So would I."