A/N: discord. gg/JV97AUmAr7

Yoruichi hated her upper-class family and all the expectations that came with it. After one too many rebellions, her parents threw her into a prestigious all girls school. Unfortunately, her homeroom teacher happens to be none other than the older neighbor boy who she used to play with when she was a kid. But now he's her fiancé.

Yoruichi shifted from one foot to the other nervously, Kurosaki-sensei leaned against the classroom window with his arms folded, his orange hair bleeding into the light of the sunset.

"Your grades are slipping, Shihōin," he said tersely.

Yoruichi grabbed the elbow of one arm and averted her gaze. "No one cares, sensei," she mumbled.

"I care." He sounded stern, but he quickly ran a hand through his hair and gave a sigh. His voice dropping soft then, he said, "Look, I get the pressure you're under, the Shiba put me through hell too, and I'm just an unwanted bastard. Whereas you're the Shihōin heir. At the rate you're going, you could fail the semester. Your family could take even more drastic actions against you!"

She snorted angrily, though she wasn't sure who she was more angry at. Her family or him. "What are they going to do," she asked snidely. "Make me drop out and force me to get married to you, sensei? I am of legal age, now."

He went deathly quiet, and she sneaked a glance at him. His handsome face marred by a heavy frown.

"Is that what this is about," he asked softly. "The engagement?"

No! Yes!

It's about you, she wanted to scream. It's always been about you. But the words were stuck in her throat, she was too ashamed to speak them.

The silence stretched heavy and made her chest tighten painfully.

"Fine," he said after full minute. "I'll make you a deal."

She looked at him curiously. "A deal?"

"If you bring up your grades, if you pass the year...I'll convince both families to break off the engagement."

In that moment, Yoruichi's heart dropped. Her eyes flew wide and her mouth fell parted.

"You'll finally get your freedom from me." His flat and emotionless tone hurt her all the more.

"Freedom?" She repeated the word with incredulity. And then the anger came quick. "And what are you going to do with your freedom? Run off with Harribel at long last?!"

He looked utterly bewildered "Tia? What does she have to do with anything?"

"Tia?" She spat out with outrage. And suddenly she recalled the blonde haired girl and Kurosaki-sensei in the English Club's room, gazing into one another's eyes as they rehearsed lines from Romeo and Juliet. How he carried her in his arms when she sprained her ankle on the school trip. And most recently, his drenched shoulder as he held an umbrella and sheltered her from the rain.

"Tia, Tia, Tia, Tia, Tia! It's always fucking Tia!" She screamed with tears in her eyes.

He moved towards her, worry and alarm etched onto his, "Shihō-"

"I hate you, Ichi-nii!" She screamed, making him freeze in spot at the familiar calling he had not heard from her in years. "I hate you!" And she ran out the door before he could stop her.

Yoruichi came crashing through their bedroom door, panic plain as day across her face. "Ichigo! Ignore that email, it was supposed to be for-"

But it was too late, her husband stood there with nothing but a pair of sweatpants on and a towel across his shoulders, all the while looking down at his phone with a bewildered expression.

Yoruichi could feel heat flood over cheeks and her ears burned hot.

He turned towards her, equals parts amused and confused. "Is this what you do when I'm at work? Write self-inserts of you and me into the plots of those crappy K-dramas you watch?"

Yoruichi spluttered. "I-I-you...!"

"Wait, hold up," he frowned. "Who were you going to send this to?"

"Th-That's none of your business!"

"I beg to differ," he said rolling his eyes. "Also, Harribel? The Espada?"

"I-shut up!" Yoruichi wanted to crawl in a ditch, she was so mortified.

"Hang on, is this why you bought me those fake glasses and told me I looked stylish in them? Hoping for some sexy sensei roleplay?"

Embarressed to the point of being dizzy, Yoruichi turned around only to find herself staring at her husbands chiseled pecs as he Flash Stepped right before her. Immediately his arms caged around her and she felt his fresh out of the shower heat sear against her face.

"I-Ichigo stop! I'm serious!" She fumbled through the words, even as arousal warred with shame.

He kissed his way up to her neck and whispered into her ear. "What's the matter, don't you want to play with your Ichi-nii?"

And she screamed as he picked her up and took her to bed.

A/N: Ichigo be one lucky SOB

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