Day Six: Light Days

Ichigo sighed to himself as he looked at his calendar that was on his desk. It was the sixth day since Chouko has started… that and judging from what she had told him, it was ending soon.

He let out a sigh and looked down at his math homework.

"You stuck, Ichi?" a feminine voice questioned suddenly, startling the orange-head.

Ichigo let out a cry of shock before he toppled back in his seat, unceremoniously falling onto the ground.

"Ichigo!" Chouko exclaimed in shock from where she stood. She looked down at her boyfriend, who was sprawled on the ground, with his chair a few feet from him. "Are you okay?!"

Ichigo groaned before opening his eyes slowly, blinking to focus his vision. He vaguely thought about giving his girlfriend a choker with a bell on it so he could easily find her.

He quickly dropped that thought when he thought about the 11th Division Captain that was always so eager to fight him. 'Ugh. Do not compare Chouko to Kenpachi. Ever.'

Ichigo sat up, fixing his chair before climbing onto it. Chouko had already made herself comfortable on his bed. She was laying on her side, looking at Ichigo with wide brown eyes.

"You should really do something to announce your presence," Ichigo commented, turning his chair to face her.

"Can't you just sense my presence?" Chouko refuted. "You can sense when Rukia-chan and Renji-kun are nearby because of their reiatsu."

"…" She had a point. Ichigo's face got slightly pink when he realized he had the ability to do that, before clearing his throat. "Um…"

Chouko giggled softly before climbing onto all fours and then pouncing.

Ichigo caught her easily, his chair sliding a bit from her sudden weight. Chouko straddled Ichigo's hips and she cuddled into his hard chest.

"Why are you cuddling me?"

"I can't?" Chouko looked up, her bottom lip jutting out. She knew he wasn't much of a cuddler, but she was, and she adored it. Ichigo made a nice cuddlee.

Ichigo sighed, "I didn't say that…"

"Ichi-nii, make sure Oyaji doesn't see you," Karin said nonchalantly as she passed her older brother's room.

"What's that idiot son doing now?!" Isshin cried from the living room downstairs.

The pounding of footsteps rushing up the stairs grew louder and louder, before Isshin skidded to a stop in front of his only son's room.

"Ichigo!" he gasped. "You devil, you!"

Ichigo twitched, and Chouko felt his fingers drum lightly on her sides as the orange-haired boy attempted to calm himself.

"Isshin-san," Chouko spoke up, "it's fine. We're just cuddling."

Isshin looked at Chouko and grinned widely. "If that's it, then it's fine! Just make sure if there's any progress, to make sure to be safe! No glove, no love!"

That was it.

Ichigo promptly stood up, placing Chouko on the bed before stomping towards his father. "Baka-Oyaji! It's not like that!" He gave a swift punch and the older man gave a thumbs up, approving of the strength of the hit. Ichigo twitched again before slamming the door shut, locking it.

He huffed and crossed his arms angrily.

"There's teenagers, Oyaji. They know what to do."

"But my beautiful Chouko-chan~!"

"She's not even your daughter."

Ichigo groaned and walked back to the bed, throwing himself carelessly onto the furniture.

Chouko bounced slightly from the sudden appearance of his weight before she climbed over and patted Ichigo's back comfortably.

"There, there. My period's ending tomorrow."

"That doesn't really comfort me," Ichigo replied back, his voice muffled because of the sheets.

"How about heading over to my place?" Chouko whispered softly into his ear. "My parents are gone tomorrow."

Ichigo's face flushed. Despite the fact the two have progressed far as a couple, he still flushed at that prospect. Chouko found it hilarious; Ichigo found it stupid.

"I love you, Ichi~" Chouko cuddled against her boyfriend.

"Mhm…" Ichigo hummed back, throwing an arm over Chouko.