"What?" he says, immediately defensive in a very particular way, as Rukia seems to be able to manage to make him. "I didn't say you're not normally sweet. I said you're not normally this sweet to me."
And something about admitting that brings the awkward pinkness back to his own face, until he finds he needs to look away from Rukia and her simple, sweetly feminine enjoyment of her slice of cake, the larger one because she might not get much more after he's through with it for the day. The larger one because maybe a part of Ichigo thinks she deserves it, even if it's his birthday Rukia's trying to celebrate.
He buries his face in his own food, but sends sidelong glances toward her, uncertain what else to say after admitting that he's noticed she's treating him a little differently than normal. And being unable to admit that it makes him feel special.
Much more than any cake or any amount of presents might. The furrow in his brow smoothes itself out, before returning again.
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And something about admitting that brings the awkward pinkness back to his own face, until he finds he needs to look away from Rukia and her simple, sweetly feminine enjoyment of her slice of cake, the larger one because she might not get much more after he's through with it for the day. The larger one because maybe a part of Ichigo thinks she deserves it, even if it's his birthday Rukia's trying to celebrate.
He buries his face in his own food, but sends sidelong glances toward her, uncertain what else to say after admitting that he's noticed she's treating him a little differently than normal. And being unable to admit that it makes him feel special.
Much more than any cake or any amount of presents might. The furrow in his brow smoothes itself out, before returning again.