|the sand and the rotator
Author: the general girl PM
22: Ichigo tries his best to be a good student; Rukia intervenes. — ichiruki, drabble collection.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Ichigo K. & Rukia K. - Chapters: 22 - Words: 7,415 - Reviews: 140 - Favs: 71 - Follows: 58 - Updated: 08-21-12 - Published: 11-05-11 - id: 7524103
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note: Forgot I wrote this!
(prompt: wage a war of attrition)
"Ichi-Ichigo! What was that abomination?"
Ichigo looked down at the small bundle of girl huddled near the foot of the couch, one trembling hand pointing at the flickering TV screen as she stared up at him with huge eyes.
"Calm down, it's just a commercial."
"Just a com-mer-cial? The man was eating himself! I did not know the living world has resorted to cannibalism—"
He snorted and didn't bother to look up from his textbook this time. "He wasn't eating himself idiot, he's covered in ice cream; it's just a gimmick."
Silence settled, and Ichigo went back to his reading.
Rukia stared at him from only a few inches away, and Ichigo had to blink at the sudden proximity.
"…I think my eyes just crossed."
The girl huffed, drawing back and looking away with a scowl on her face.
"…move over, asshole."
"What a nice way to ask," he grumbled, but slid over anyways. It was those eyes of hers and the way Rukia looked at him sometimes that made him want to give her whatever she wanted—made him want to give her the world.
He's almost sure she's doing it on purpose.
Rukia sighed happily as she pressed herself against Ichigo's side and his arm automatically settled itself around her shoulders. This close, he could smell the shampoo that she used and the faint whiff of calla lilies that always clung to her skin. This was good, this was ok. His arm flexed once, twice around Rukia's shoulders as he pulled her closer to him, and then Ichigo resumed his studying.
"…Ichigo, why exactly was the man made of ice cream?"
Groaning, he let the textbook slide to the floor before lifting his girlfriend onto his lap.
Nose to nose with a very surprised Rukia, Ichigo asked, "What can I do to make you forget about the creepy ice cream guy?"
Rukia's eyes had slid down to his mouth while he spoke, and when her eyes met his again, there was a smile that he definitely liked on her face. Ichigo knew what that smile meant.
"I can think of a few ways," Rukia hummed.
He wasn't going to be getting a lot of studying done tonight.
note: If you want to know which commercial I'm talking about, just look up Little Baby's Ice Cream on youtube (I'm not responsible for any mental scarring you may or may not receive).