Well, since I had so many people asking for a second one, I decided to do one. Hence the name. :D Anyway, I hope you like this, and it's just a random bit of fluff that came up and bit me in the butt.

So I wrote it.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the characters.

White Day

Ichigo sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He then took a deep breath before walking into school.

Today was White Day. And he had forgotten the flowers he had bought for Rukia at home. Boy, was he gonna look stupid. All other boys were returning the gifts that they had gotten, and he didn't have anything to give to Rukia.

He sighed and watched as Ishida handed Orihime a small box, which turned out to be a necklace, and Ishida was redder than the red stone in the middle of the necklace.

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. Ishida was hopeless. But then again . . . he hadn't forgotten to return the gift he had gotten a month ago.

Sighing, Ichigo stuck his head in his hands and watched as his other classmates filed into the room. Rukia came last, and was immediately jumped upon By Keigo. She happily accepted his gift, though she had given him nothing on Valentine's Day, and walked over to sit next to Ichigo.

The teacher came in, and Ichigo concentrated more on watching Rukia doodle on her notepad than on the teacher.

Until she spoke up.

"Kurosaki!"

Ichigo jumped nearly two feet.

"Are you listening to anything I'm saying?"

Ichigo wanted so badly to say that, no, he didn't care what she was saying, but instead, he didn't speak.

"Please, from now on, pay attention to me. You can stare at Kuchiki-san after school."

Ichigo turned red and everyone in the class snickered. Rukia glared at him. He shrugged and let his head fall on top of his desk.

Hard.

After his first class, Ichigo walked out into the halls and stopped at his locker. He sighed again and hit his head into it. He for -freakin' - got Rukia's gift. Was she ever going to speak to him again?

Since Valentine's Day, their relationship had changed. Just a little; they weren't sucking each other's teeth out their mouths or anything, but they acted a little different and Ichigo was a little more careful what he called her. But just a little. They fought a little less, and when she had a nightmare, he would be a little kinder when she dropped herself in his bed for the night.

"Kurosaki."

Ichigo turned around to see Ishida pushing his glasses up further onto his nose.

"What do you want?" Ichigo asked, leaning up against his locker.

"Why didn't you return Kuchiki-san's gift?"

"You knew about that?" Ichigo asked, surprised. When Ishida didn't answer, he shrugged. Ichigo said, " I forgot it at home. Now I look like an idiot, right?"

Ishida didn't deny it. He just shrugged and walked off, pushing his glasses up further on his nose again.

Seriously . . . what was it with him and those glasses?

Ichigo sighed and hit his head against his locker again for good measure before walking to his next class. Not a minute after he had sat down, the bell rang and the room filled up. Ichigo continued ignoring the teachers until about lunch time. Then, he bounced up to the roof and sat down, pulling out the lunch that Yuzu had made for him.

He hadn't taken one bite when Rukia shoved her juice box into his face.

Rolling his eyes, he stuck the straw in.

The both ate in silence. Neither spoke, and neither made a move to make the other speak. That actually made Ichigo feel worse and if she had yelled at him. But then again, she probably didn't expect anything back, after what he had said about never returning gifts. But still . . . she hoped that she at least thought that much of him.

"Ichigo?"

"Hm?" Ichigo said, looking up from his lunch. His eyes met Rukia's, who currently had her legs crossed in front of her. She cocked her head to the side.

"Why does Ishida blush so much when Orihime speaks to him?"

"Huh. Didn't notice the speaking thing, but this morning when she was giving him a gift, he was as red as an apple."

They lapsed into silence again. After about ten minutes, Ichigo spoke up.

"Uh . . . you know, Rukia, I did get you a present."

"Really?" she asked, looking at him as she sucked on her juice box. He nodded and turned away from her gaze from fear of turning into a blushing apple like Ishida.

"Yeah. But I kinda left it at home. Though I guess it would be better to give it to you there; we don't want anymore rumors running around," he said, stuffing the last bite off food into his mouth as he stood to his feet. Rukia stood up with him and, after finishing off her juice, followed him back into class.

Ichigo thought about what he was going to do all the way through the rest of the school day. He thought about the gift, and the gifts that he knew that Rukia had seen guys giving girls, and he really though he should have gotten her more than flowers.

Sighing, he pulled himself up from his desk after his last class, and after gathering all his books, he slung his bag over his shoulder and began walking out. Halfway down the hall, Rukia joined him and they walked in utter silence until they reached his house. Then, they parted for Rukia to jump through his window while he walked up the stairs after kicking his dad in the face.

When he entered the room, Rukia was sitting cross-legged on his bed and her elbows were perched on the window as she let the wind whip across her face.

He smiled and walked forward.

"Ichigo."

She had heard him . . . or felt his presence, or something. But he had thought that he had been quiet about it.

"Hey, Rukia."

He knew she was smiling, even though he couldn't see her.

"Uh . . . yeah, I have that gift for you," he said, reaching into his desk to fumble around. She turned around on his bed, unfolding her legs and walking over to stand behind him.

He noticed that, in the two minutes it had taken him to get up here, she had changed into a dark blue mini-skirt and a baby blue sweater. He finally clasped his fingers around the flowers, then turned to her, biting his lip as he handed them to her. She smiled and took them, wrapping her small, slim fingers around them.

"It's not much . . . but I wasn't really thinking on it until a few days ago . . . and I didn't have time to get anything else. I can-"

He was cut off, his eyes widening, as she pressed her lips to his. When she pulled back, he was still blinking madly.

"Thanks, Ichigo."

He just smiled like an idiot.

"You're welcome."

Rukia was about to walk back to her closet, but Ichigo finally sorted out his thoughts and grabbed her by the arm, pinning her to the wall as he kissed her. She was surprised, but soon let the surprise melt away and kissed him back.

He pulled back and smirked.

"You're not goin' anywhere. I still have a present for you."

And he kissed her again.

Well, there it is. :D (Points up) Did ya like it?

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