BA IchiRuki FC Challenge Day 6

[tamabonotchi]

Title: Senpai
Theme: Homework
Rating: K+
Characters: Ichigo & Rukia
Notes: Senpai is what you call your upper class man, to show respect.

 

His pencil broke at the sudden noise of his bed. Ichigo turned in surprise to see Rukia lying on his bed.

"What are you doing on my bed again?!" He exclaimed. He had stopped counting the times he found her lying on his bed- in all sorts of positions - despite his protests and yelling.

"I already explained to you, Ichigo why!" Rukia sighed, exasperated.

"Don't you dare use your drawings to try to explain again-" Ichigo warned. She sent him a sharp glare, but remained calm.

"Your bed is comfortable, so I enjoy laying on it." She said.

"Get off of it. Now." He said. She frowned, but sat up and stood from the bed. After she was off, he turned back to the important paper he had to do for school tomorrow. It was tedious work he was going to have to do for another hour or so, he guessed.

Make it two with Rukia around.

"You're still doing homework?" She peered over his shoulder. He immediately stiffened when he felt her breath as she was close to his ear.

"Yeah, like you should be doing." He said. She looked at him curiously.

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"There's a test tomorrow! Even as just in the disguise of an annoying school girl, you're going to blow it if you're held back!" He scowled.

"Really, how is that going to blow my cover?" She asked.

"Because if you're held back, no one will talk to you and you'll stay in the same class while I'm a year senior." He explained.

"…Oh? Senior?" Rukia said, her eyes shining. "So you'd be a senpai if I'm held back!" She smiled, connecting it together. He watched as she rushed to her school bag that Urahara had once again supplied her with as she rummaged through the bag.

The sound of rustling and crumbling paper was loud as Ichigo noticed scraps of paper falling out from the case, seeing bright colors on the edges.

"Ah, here's the assignment!" She announced triumphantly, holding it in the air. She shuffled to the small table Ichigo had placed a few days ago.

"Y-you're actually going to do the homework?" He said, shocked.

"Unfortunately I have no idea what this is talking about at all-"

"That's because it's English, Rukia."

"-So I'll just be failing." She finished fluidly, like he hadn't interrupted her.

"Just like that?" He raised his eyebrow.

"So please teach me, Senpai!" She called, using a devious smile.

Ichigo could only stare at her, speechless.

The room was quiet for a few seconds before he stood up from his desk and sat across from her with his work, starting at the beginning of the lesson once again.
"Thank you Ichigo, but I think that's enough, I'm very tired." Rukia said after half an hour of reading the lesson.
"You're stopping at this?!" Ichigo said. "You're not even half way through the lesson!"
"It doesn't matter, it just means I can call you senpai next year. Thank you for teaching me." She started packing away all the papers and workbooks and cleared any other scraps from the table, leaving Ichigo with his things.
"Thank you, senpai." She whispered in his ear, before leaving a like kiss on his cheek.

The whole event made no sense, as Ichigo stared the sleeping shinigami.

He cursed himself for getting caught in her lasso of nonsense so easily.

Now he had to study the rest of the material he did not get to for another hour, while the shinigami slept on his bed from the exhaustive studying.
Make it two, with that kiss.

 

By the way HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PATRICK STEWART, CAPTAIN PICARD ON STAR TREK TNG AND OVERALL AWESOME.