Rukia Kuchiki

Ever since the day Rukia stabbed Ichigo with her zanpakuto, they had a bond as strong as steel. In the time that the small woman stayed inside his closet, they had become close friends despite Rukia not knowing him half as long as she knew most of her other companions and Ichigo not knowing her for more than a week. They balanced each other out even when they didn't get along. They argued, got on each other's nerves, but they were still close and would have each other's backs no matter the circumstance. They had become so in tune with each other's company that fighting side by side was like breathing. But sometimes Rukia did things that shocked Ichigo to the point where he couldn't even formulate words.

Ichigo had become used to her invading his personal space to speak her mind, thus, in the heat or an argument he hadn't expected her to huff and plant both of her hands against his cheeks without the intent on slapping him. Their lips met before he knew it, and Ichigo's room had fallen into silence as she held him there, occasionally moving her lips against his. Whatever they had been fighting about had been forgotten at that instant, and Ichigo allowed himself to be kissed. Despite her petite appearance, Rukia's soft lips were planted firmly against his own, and she pressed them harder right before pulling away, face not as angry as before but frustration was still clear in her eyes.

"You're so dense, Ichigo."