"William Shakespeare is the playwright behind some of the world's most popular tragedies, comedies, and histories. Who here can name one?" Ochi Sensei looked expectantly at her students, but was met with twenty sets of bored, half-lidded gazes. In one fluid motion she snatched up the yardstick leaning against the wall and slammed it on her desk. "I said who here can name one?"

The students looked around, shifting uneasily in their seats. Someone had to answer, but nobody wanted to be the one to do it. After a brief moment of complete and utter silence, Orihime hesitantly raised her hand. "Ah, um, Romeo and Juliet?" She squeaked, sinking further into her seat.

Sensei clapped her hands together. "Yes! Perfect! Class, take out your English literature book. There's a list of Shakespeare's works on page 229. I want all of you to choose a play and perform a monologue or short scene from it. I will be grading pronunciation as well as enthusiasm, so get practicing!" The classroom groaned in unison as she passed copies of the instructional handout around the classroom.

"Modern English is hard enough to speak as is," Keigo whined, his face in his hands, "now we have speak 'ye olde English' too? Man, this is bull…" The students seated around him murmured in agreement.

Ichigo sighed and turned to face the window. He was so done with… well, just about everything. As soon as he had the chance to attend school with more regularity his classes suddenly became swamped with projects and homework. All that was separating him from freedom was a pane of glass. And like, three desks. And some kids. Okay, maybe if he moved fast enough he could—Ichigo shook his head. Daydreaming was going to get him nowhere. As he turned to examine the sheet of paper that had just been passed back to him, he noticed Rukia staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

It was an awkward stare, and Ichigo had to use every ounce of his willpower not to burst out laughing. Her eyes were opened wide, and she was gazing with such ferocity that he was pretty sure she was attempting to burn a hole right through him. When Rukia realized she had gained his attention, she jerked her head towards the door without breaking eye contact. Ichigo gave her a confused look, but continued to pay attention nonetheless. Next, she pointed to herself while gesturing in the direction of the door. Then she pointed at him, held up five fingers and, once again, tilted her towards the door.

A couple seconds later, Rukia's hand shot into the air. "Sensei, I'm feeling rather nauseous. I think I should go to the nurse." As soon as she was granted permission to leave, Ichigo began watching the clock. When five agonizingly slow minutes had past, he stood up abruptly. "I'm going to the bathroom," he announced, and promptly left the classroom.

Around the corner, Ichigo found Rukia sitting on a windowsill, her legs kicking lazily. She hopped down and patted him on the cheek. "Good boy," she cooed, "so good at following directions!"

"Some directions they were," he snorted, slapping her hand away. "Why did you call me out here in the first place?"

"Well, I wasn't planning on sticking around any longer listening to that woman go on about some dead playwright… were you?"

"Rukia, I've missed months' worth of school in the past year or so. I figured I should show up and get work done so I could—I don't know—graduate?"

Rukia turned on her heels and began strolling down the hallway. "That's not important, but I'll tell you what is," turning around, she gave Ichigo the mischievous look he knew all too well. "We just successfully cut class. What next?"

Rolling his eyes, he caught up to her. "We're not out of the woods yet. How do you plan on getting us off campus without getting caught?"

"Good question!"

And they took off running.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry it took so long to put up another prompt. This one came to me all of a sudden, so I decided to hop on the chance to get one done and post it. This one doesn't have a strong "IchiRuki" vibe, but oh well. Also, does this even fit the prompt? You know what though? I don't- *checks rating for this series* - give a fuck.