Rukia huffed as she turned on her heel and started walking away, her footsteps brisk. "Go bother someone else for once!" she snapped over her shoulder.
I grinned, easily keeping pace beside her. "Now, why would I do that when teasing you is so much fun?"
She groaned, speeding up, but I effortlessly matched her pace. Leaning closer, I reached out to lightly ruffle her hair. "Relax, Rukia. You'll mess up your pretty hair if you keep stomping like that."
Her hands shot up, swatting mine away. "Stop that!" she barked, though the ink tint on her cheeks gave her way.
"Oh, you're blushing again," I said with a smug grin, poking her cheek gently.
"I'm not blushing!" She slapped my hand away, glaring at me. "You're just so annoying!"
"Annoying, huh?" He tilted his head, falling back a step before leaning down slightly to meet her gaze. "Then why haven't you stormed off yet? Admit it—you like having me around."
She stumbled on her words for a moment before letting out an exasperated sight. "You're unbelievable."
Unfazed, he caught a loose strand of her hair and twirled it between his fingers, causing her to stop dead in her tracks.
"What are you doing now?" she asked, her voice laced with irritation.
"Admiring how soft your hair is," I said nonchalantly, releasing the strand.
"Will you stop already?" she said, stepping back, though her hand instinctively wen to fix her hair.
"But I haven't even stated," I teased, leaning closer.
She crossed her arms and glared at him, but before she could retort, he reached out and gently cupped her cheek. The sudden contact made her freeze, her wide eyes locking with his.
"You're even cuter when you're flustered," I said softly, my teasing tone giving way to something warmer.
She opened her mouth to protest, but he leaned in, closing the gap between them. His lips brushed against hers, soft and deliberate.
Her body stiffened, and for a moment, I thought she might punch me. But then she started to relax, her hands hesitantly pressing against my chest. Her lips softened, and she leaned into the kiss, her eyes fluttering shut.
Encouraged, I let one hand slide down her hips, pulling her a little closer, Then, slowly, my hand moved lower, resting on her butt.
Her eyes snapped open, and she pushed me away, her face flaming red. "What do you think you're doing?!"
I shrugged, unable to hide the grin on my face. "Just having fun."
"This—this isn't funny!" she stammered, stepping back, her hand covering her mouth.
"Relax Rukia. It was just a kiss," I said, keeping my tone light. "And for the record, you leaned in too."
"I—I did not!" she protested, her voice cracking slightly.
"Sure you didn't," I teased, taking a step back and holding up my hands in mock surrender. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret."
She glared at me, her fits clenched. "You're insufferable."
I smirked at her frustrated glare as she called me insufferable, brushing her bangs away from her face in exasperation. "I'm insufferable? You've been following me around like a shadow since the Academy," I teased.
She crossed her arms, her cheeks still flushed. "That's because you're lazy, arrogant, and somehow still good at everything! Someone has to keep you in line."
I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "Rukia, it's okay to let your guard down sometimes. I'm not as bad as you think."
Her eyes narrowed. "You're exactly as bad as I think."
"But you're still here," I countered, taking another step forward. She took half a step back, her resolve faltering.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered, glancing away. "I should go—"
I gently touched her arm. "Wait," I said, softening my tone. "I'm not saying this to mess with you. You can trust me."
She hesitated, her gaze flickering between my hand and my face. I didn't give her time to overthink it. "Come on, just a little while. You look like you could use a break too."
Before she could refuse, I guided her toward the path leading back to Division Eight, keeping the atmosphere light with playful comments to ease her tension. By the time we reached my room, she seemed more at ease, though her sharp wit never took a break.
As soon as we stepped inside, I closed the door and leaned back against it, my eyes locked with her. Without a word, I moved closer, the teasing smile slipping into something softer. Then, with no warning, I leaned in and kissed her.
Her body stiffened in surprise, but as my lips lingered on hers, I felt her tension melt away. Slowly, she leaned into me, her hands resting hesitantly on my chest. Encouraged, I deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around her waist.
Her breath hitched when my hands slipped lower, resting on her hips. This time, she didn't push me away. Instead, she relaxed against me, her fingers curling to the fabric of my haori.
When we finally pulled apart, her cheeks were flushed, her lips slightly parted. "You...you're unbelievable," she whispered though there was no malice in her tone.
"Maybe," I admitted with a grin, brushing a stray stand of hair from her face. "But you didn't stop me."