Requested by The Crazy Chick In Black- thank you
Renji x Rukia (-ish)
Crush
He did not love her.
He pulled a face at her back as they snuck down the alleyway. He could smell the cooking meat of the street vendors at the end, and could feel the litter and grime of the Rukongai underneath his feet. She was scrawny and dirty, but as she turned to make sure he was still behind her, her smile was bright.
He tried not to smile back at her, and ended up grimacing instead.
They filched their dinner as the sun was setting, and ate it sitting on the step of the abandoned house that they were sleeping in for the moment. Hot oil spilled over their hands, and she nudged him in the ribs as he licked the grease from inbetween his fingers, rubbing them against his clothes when he was done.
Most of the time, in fact, he really didn't like her all that much.
"It's getting cold," he remarked as night settled in, and she nodded.
They slept next to each other to keep warm, covered in cardboard and tarpaulin and pieces of blankets that they picked up from around and about. She shuffled backwards until her back was against his front, her knees curled up with her arms wrapped around them.
She was very warm against his own cold skin, and despite the chilly night he was soon comfortable; her hair was against his nose, and he hesitantly rested a hand on her narrow, bony waist.
He might have a little bit of a crush.
He scowled.
But that was totally it.