Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.

"Why? Why must I be sick tonight of all nights!" Rukia sniffled in her dim lite closet as she searched for a warm yet sexy outfit. Tonight was important! Shuuhei finally got his promotion as the Assistant finished his residency so they were going out to celebrate.

Unfortunately, Rukia had been feeling under the weather most of the day. Water, hot tea, and soups were her only saving grace to avoid canceling tonight. The over the counter medicines were not working. She was so aggravated because she spent days planning this night, then she ended up sick!

A shiver racked her body. Rukia grabbed her big, fluffy bathrobe and went to check the thermometer. How could it be 80 in there when it felt like 40 degrees?

Suddenly, a loud, trio of sneezes broke through the room followed by a coughing fit. Finally having enough of the temperature change, Rukia ran to get a thermometer.

After 2 minutes of waiting, the thermometer read 103. There was no way she could go out with a fever this high, and she didn't want to risk getting Shuuhei ill. Rukia took some medicine right before she called Shuuhei.

"This is Shuuhei! I am sorry I can't be reached right now. Leave a message after the beep, and I will get back too you!" The generic voice mail met her.

Just great! He's working late or getting ready. Maybe I'll catch him in time!

"Hey Shuuhei…" Cough interrupted her. "Look, I hate to do this to you last minute, but I'm sick - like running a high fever and chills sick. I'll call you when I'm better so we can celebrate properly. I love you. Bye." Rukia left the brief message. Utter guilt flooded Rukia even though being sick wasn't her fault. With her fate being out of her hand, she gathered all the comforters that she could, turned on Netflix, and passed out.

A hour later, Rukia heard someone come in her apartment. She could barely move let alone fight off the attacker so she burrowed deeper into the covers. Hopefully, they would leave or maybe she was just hallucinating the noise.

A deep sigh triggered Rukia into a coughing fit. A large, tan hand felt of her head, then said hand removed her covers.

Glassy violet eyes met dark grey ones. "Hi…" Shuuhei greeted his petite girlfriend.

Shocked as she was, Rukia was thankful to have someone with her. "No! You cant be here I'm sick!" She croaked.

"Rukia, I'm a doctor! Taking care of sick people is what I do!" Shuuhei exclaimed. "Don't look at me like that!" Rukia was staring daggers into him.

"You're a surgeon not a doctor." She countered.

"I am a doctor first and foremost no matter how you word it. So don't argue with me, Rukia." She growled at his command. "I'm staying so you might as well do what I say." He told her.

"I don't like you!" Rukia glared and returned back under the covers.

"Byakuya said you'd be a bad patient, but I didn't expect this from you."

"It's because I don't want to get you sick! You operate on people for a living!"

"My love, I am off the next 4 days. If I get sick, I'll be well by then." He told her soothingly. Shuuhei didn't want to get Rukia too worked up.

"Fine, you can stay as long as you bring me miso soup." She sleepily pouted. Granted, Shuuhei staying had its advantages. He would make sure that she took the right medicines and she ate properly.

"I'll give you the stars if you want them." Shuuhei told her with a smile. He placed a chaste kiss on her forehead and tucked her back into the covers. Soon Rukia's light snores filled the room.

When he was sure Rukia was fully asleep, Shuuhei began making her some miso soup and planning a surprise to make both their days better.

Two hours later, Shuuhei put on the newest Chappy movie that he bought for Rukia. He gathered a fancy serving tray, her favorite bowl, spoon, water, and a red tulip. Then he woke her up to eat and take her medicine. Rukia's hair was had the worst bed hair known to man at that point, but to Shuuhei, she was the goddess of sleep. Her cute little quirks made him love her more.

Once she was full awake, Shuuhei set the tray in her lap. She granted him with a breath taking smile. "Thank you, sweetheart" She told him in a soft voice.

Tasting the soup, Rukia's mouth was over come by waves of flavor. "You are a tremendous cook, Shuuhei Hisagi. I think this is the best miso soup I've had in my life! Will you make it everyday for me?" Rukai aksed jokingly. Then she noticed a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Shuuhei nudged the red tulip towards her. Rukia picked up the tulip to notice a brilliant white gold ring in the center. "What is this? I'm still sleeping ring?" She asked as she picked the ring out of the flower. I

The handsome man knelt on the floor and took her hands in his. "Rukia Kuchiki, you are my best friend, the light of my life, and sometimes the bane of my existence." He said with a smile. "I promise to cook miso soup for you everyday so will you do you the honor of becoming my wife?" He asked.

Within seconds Rukia was feeling a million times placed the tray to the side. With straightest face, she told him, "Only if you make the miso soup everyday." Her laughed filled the room at the look of astonishment on Shuuhei's face. Suddenly, she launched herself at him and tackled him to the floor. Straddling him, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Of course, I'll marry you, Shuuhei Hisagi." Rukia said right before she kissed him.

This one shot was inspired by one of the Japanese Classic Marriage Proposals: "Make my miso soup everyday?" but with my own twist. I hope you like it! Thank you for reading!