The sentiment is perfect to Ichigo, perfect in the way that entirely new things often are. He's never sought out a relationship before, a romantic one. With a girl, like this. There had been stirrings before - with Tatsuki, for example. But it had never felt right, there had always been this sense ... of standoffishness. As if the Ichigo being presented was not the right Ichigo to make this work. It had been much the same, from Inoue.
But Rukia, she'd been something different, from the very moment they'd met. Maybe literally, as much as she is, in Ichigo's heart.
Her hands on his chest bring a puff of breath, and he rearranges himself to lift one of his own hands and cover hers, pressing it against him and trapping it against a sluggish, stirring heartbeat, as he watches her shake, like she might have caught a chill.
"Rukia ... if we never get out of here ... "
He's not the child anymore, that he was when he'd first started down a path toward the truth about himself. He's not a child anymore by any yardstick. "Whatever happens, I want to stay with you."
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Date: 2012-10-19 01:45 am (UTC)But Rukia, she'd been something different, from the very moment they'd met. Maybe literally, as much as she is, in Ichigo's heart.
Her hands on his chest bring a puff of breath, and he rearranges himself to lift one of his own hands and cover hers, pressing it against him and trapping it against a sluggish, stirring heartbeat, as he watches her shake, like she might have caught a chill.
"Rukia ... if we never get out of here ... "
He's not the child anymore, that he was when he'd first started down a path toward the truth about himself. He's not a child anymore by any yardstick. "Whatever happens, I want to stay with you."