There's a burn in her muscles from keeping herself in place for as long as the kiss lasts, although Rukia doesn't realize until Ichigo pulls back and she catches the burnt brown of his eyes. In a way, her thoughts diverge — one line caught around him, around this, around the way that his lips fit against hers and how they meet that one point, and the other half of her mind caught on what it means, on what's led them there.

By the time it ends, her eyes remain dazed and unfocused, heart hammering against her chest before she slides back down onto her own seat. She spends a few seconds with a schoolgirl sweetness, finding a comfortable position and crossing her feet at the ankle before she glances over, chin still tilted down.

"That is okay," she confirms, lips pressed in a slight smile.