A/N: Well... it's certainly been a while...
Day Five: Cravings
Chouko sighed impatiently to herself. Where was Ichigo with her food?!
The door to the rooftop open and Ichigo arrived, carrying two sandwiches and two drinks. Chouko grinned at Ichigo as he got closer and he returned it.
He took a seat down beside her and opened his drink and sandwich before digging in. Chouko ate her sandwich too, but then she stopped short after her tenth bite or so.
Ichigo paused in his eating, wary if he should ask or not. Deciding to man the hell up, he did. "… Something wrong?" he asked, looking at his girlfriend curiously.
"This doesn't taste so appealing anymore," Chouko muttered, looking at her sandwich.
"You still have to eat though, Chouko," Ichigo said, looking down at his girlfriend.
Chouko's bottom lip jutted out slightly, but she bit into the sandwich nonetheless. She took a sip of her juice box, and then took another bite of her bland sandwich.
She spared a look at her boyfriend and took him in.
Ichigo paused in his actions, his mouth open as he was just about to take a bite. He closed his mouth and smacked his lips together, moistening the inside of his mouth. "What do you want?"
"I want something else to eat," Chouko responded innocently enough.
Ichigo sighed, leaning back. "Do I dare ask what you want?"
Chouko smacked her lips together and Ichigo watched quietly as her small, pink tongue darted out to moisten her lips. "I want strawberries."
"Again?" Ichigo asked, cocking his head to the side.
Chouko frowned. "I really want strawberries though, Ichi-chan~"
Ichigo let out another sigh and pushed himself off the floor. He dusted off the dirt on his pants after he finished the last of his sandwich. "Stay here, I'll go get you some."
He was so whipped.
Chouko hummed to herself, content. Deciding to not waste the food, she ate the rest, despite not really enjoying it on her taste buds. Ichigo was going to get her some strawberries anyway.
Chouko stretched, reaching for her toes as she waited for Ichigo to come back. He was the best boyfriend ever.
She heard the door to the rooftop open again and Ichigo entered. She first looked at her boyfriend's face, which was strong, and set into an almost-permanent scowl.
She then trailed down slowly down his hard body, and knew that he was only pure muscle under the school uniform. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as something stirred in her loins.
Ichigo, however, didn't notice, as he was busy rubbing the back of his head and looking to the side. "Warui, Chouko," he started. "They ran out of strawberries."
He was nearly caught by surprise when his girlfriend launched herself at him. He stumbled slightly and fell back, his back hitting the stone wall behind him roughly.
"Ch-Chouko?" Ichigo choked out, looking at the small girl.
"It's alright," Chouko said quietly. "I have my own strawberry right here." She nuzzled her face into Ichigo's chest, taking in the warmth that radiated from him.
Ichigo frowned and explained, "My name means he who protects. Not straw–"
He was cut off by the feeling of soft lips covering his own. Heat rushed to his face as he looked into the closed eyelids of his girlfriend's.
He felt her mold his body into his and wrapped his arms around her soft body. He pulled her closer to him and bent his neck down, to allow less strain on Chouko's neck and to kiss her more efficiently.
At times like these, he didn't mind the misunderstanding of his name.
