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Renji x Tatsuki
Cave
They went on a school trip: Ichigo had had to explain to him what the point of one was before they went, and in all honesty he didn't really understand the point of it. So, they needed to see something to understand it? They could not see the formulas in their maths books parading down the streets, could they?
Mind you, that might be why he was failing algebra.
The caves they went to visit were dark and dank. More nervous girls were already squeaking their fear at having to walk downwards on the slick floor, smoothed to the consistency of glass by decades of feet. It was pouring down with rain, and it tricked through the rock, dripping on their heads and through the neckline of his shirt. He lingered at the back of the group until he was the last, a straggler.
He was not impressed.
About to start complaining loudly, he was silenced by her hand, reaching backwards to take his in the darkness, even though she was neither scared nor off-balance. He looked at her, but her face was half-obscured by shadows, and she was looking ahead.
Completely unaware of where he was going, his head smashed against an overhanging piece of rock.
"Son of a bitch!"
She laughed, and it rang loudly through the suppressed hush of the caves. Hopping up on a large shelf of stone, she reached on tip-toes, and kissed his forehead in the general area where a large bruise would blossom the next day.
The rest of the group were far ahead now, only vaguely recognisable as shapes in the darkness.
She took his hand again, and dragged him to catch up with the class.
He let her pull him, all thoughts of complaint gone.