Rukia's thoughts went somewhere weird as she walked to work. She thought back to her time in the world of the living, when she lived with the Kurosaki family. She would end up watching several different episodes of several different animes, but she saw a familiar trope being played. The protagonist(s) would often run off late for school with a slice of sliced toast glued to their lips. Different methods and qualities of animation, different genres, different character designs, different settings, and yet they all had a scene of someone running with toast in their mouth!
Of course, if she had context instead of just walking into the room and seeing the toast scene she would know that most of the shows were parodying the cliché.
But Rukia couldn't help but think about the scene. She then envisioned herself doing it; waking up late and noticing the time, quickly making a eggroll and stuffing into her mouth right before tearing out of the door and making tracks towards the 13th Division with her breakfast flopping all around and various pieces falling off and hitting the ground. It would look so ridiculous! And maybe even impossible with some food. Byakuya would call her back and give a long lesson on etiquette before letting her go off to work. And how would she even eat the damn thing?
"Hey, watch out!" Rukia snapped out of her head to be pulled into twin round and fluffy pillows. Out of the danger, she expected to be released from the hold. But there she remained trapped in Rangiku's breasts. A two-handed push got her free. "Argh!" Rukia let out a groan. "Now what Rangiku…"
"You were about to run into that spear." Rangiku pointed to the weapon shopkeeper who looked to be a uncomfortable mixture of great concern and aroused enjoyment. Indeed, the man held up a spear that looked to be originally placed in a rack that stood close to Rukia's height. Rukia looked down to notice that the bottom of the rack had recently been snapped and the spear would have been bent over.
So…Rangiku…just saved…her life.
"Thank you, let's go." Rukia pushed off with a very curt response.
"Don't I get a thank you?" Rangiku immaturely asked. "Like a kiss, hug, a cookie…"
"I already thanked you, that's enough." Rukia groaned, continuing her path through the weapon shop towards the 13th Division. "I won't nod off this time." She plainly stated. Rangiku pouted for a brief second before following. She too started to think about something that would cause her to walk off in a wayward direction and possibly towards certain pain. Seems like Rukia had infected Rangiku.
Rangiku pondered the mysteries of life and how life first came into existence; how humanity shaped itself from the slime and formed into their current shape…well, actually she considered the current state of relations with her new girlfriend with Rukia. While Rukia thought Rangiku's attraction to her was apart of some scheme or just her having fun, Rangiku honestly developed feelings for the Kuchiki lady. Unlike Rukia, Rangiku remembered that night very well. She remembered every single detail very well.
And she wanted more. She wanted more of the petite girl's body.
"Watch it." Rangiku let out a loud 'ouch' as she was pulled by the hair towards solid ground. This accident would have been Rangiku falling into a pond; a less than dangerous fate than what Rukia had to face. Unless the pond contained flora and fauna that attacked intruders on sight, than the only danger Rangiku would had to face would the problem of walking to work with soaked clothes. Not that she hadn't already…
"Thanks!" Rangiku profoundly thanked despite Rukia's rather cold method. Rukia muttered under her breath as her response. Rangiku continued to follow behind Rukia like a stray dog would. Rukia tolerated the whole thing.
Their first day at work as a 'couple'. There will be hijinks, there might be cake and coffee, and if Rukia is lucky she might get a break.