There was a specific time where Renji knew that he loved Ichigo. They had been standing close to one another and Ichigo had said something. The words hadn't been important, but the look on his face, brown eyes wide and that innocent gesture of touching his hair, it set fire to Renji.
And as they kissed Renji ran his fingers through the strands of orange. He had wondered while he was standing there with Ichigo so long ago, whether they felt of feathers, but now he knew.
The softs strands were like the heaven's rays of sun in his fingertips.