The noise caused Ichigo to turn his head around in confusion. His brown eyes widened to find his girlfriend of two years, Inoue Orihime, snapping a photo of him as he was removing his shirt. She wore a sheepish expression as she lowered the digital camera from her face, smiling faintly. “Ah, hello, Ichigo-kun,” she murmured as if nothing had happened.
Cocking an eyebrow, he eyeballed that camera and then tossed his shirt into the nearby hamper. “Uh, hey,” he coughed, his cheeks a hint of red as he stood before his girlfriend shirtless. Granted, they had been living together for a year now in their homely little apartment, but with Orihime stumbling in on him while he changed clothes, it was still embarrassing. “What’s with the camera?”
Orihime just about dropped it as if it was never there, but once her grip on it tightened, her previous smile fell into an awkward pout. “... Scrapbook,” she replied, sounding a little uneasy.
“Of me getting undressed?” Ichigo blanched, making her blush heavily.
“I-I’m trying something new and artistic!” Was her response, waving the camera. There was a slight edge to her voice, as if she was anxious of sorts. “And you’re such a good subject, don’t you think?”
Ichigo took a step closer to her and was going to snatch the camera from her hands to look at the others he assumed to be on there, but she clutched it close with a look in her eye that silently said she was refusing to let go of it. “My rippling abs is a good subject?” he teased, watching her face grow red with his bantering.
“I-Ichigo-kun...” Stuttering, she seemed to retreat a little, bowing her head from embarrassment.
“Or have you been taking pictures of my ass too?” A sneer grew on his face as he took a step towards her. It was all too easy, and amusing, to make her blush. “I know too well how you like that part of me.”
“I... I have to go run errands!” Orihime suddenly blurted out, snapping her head up and nearly missing Ichigo’s chin. He was millimeters away from having a cracked jaw from her thick skull. Regardless of reaction time, Orihime snatched her purse sitting nearby on the dresser and ran out the door, still with camera in hand. Ichigo was left staring at the entrance, confused at what just happened but very curious as to what this new ‘hobby’ of hers was about. Pictures of him?
The thought of it made his stomach sink a little bit, but the thought of taking photos of her seemed to appeal to him too.
Maybe Orihime was on to something.
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Exasperated, Orihime gasped and sighed as she slowed down her steps. Ichigo had embarrassed her so bad, she thought she’d never recover from his brutal this time.
Looking up from the gray pavement, she started to look around for a familiar friend. Today was the deadline for her little project and she needed to turn her camera over so they could use the photos. She was so very lucky to have caught Ichigo taking off his shirt to be the final photo in her vast collection of pictures.
“Inoue!” A voice called out, causing Orihime to turn around and see Rukia running towards her with a smile. She raised her hand and waved to her shinigami friend.
“Hello, Kuchiki-san! I’m so glad to see you,” Orihime commented, bemused by Rukia’s own smile. She hadn’t seen her for a few weeks, when she brought the message of the project initially, so it was nice to see her again after that time.
“Did you get the photos?” Rukia inquired, readjusting her zanpakutou that had shifted while she was running. “I know it was a lot of pictures to ask for on short notice, but I thought if anyone could do it, it’d be you.”
Orihime held up the digital camera for her with a smile on her face. “I think there’s a good selection on here. The committee should have no problem deciding from these!” Turning it on and pressing the button to view the pictures, she then handed the camera to Rukia to look over.
Rukia glanced through the photos, her smile from before started to melt away and change into a thick blush on her cheeks. Every picture she looked at seemed racier than the last, and even though she and Ichigo were just friends, Orihime got some pretty... interesting shots, for lack of a better word.
“Jeez, Inoue... How in the world did you get these?” she asked, having to double take at most of them. She had a hard time believing these were Ichigo.
Smiling sheepishly, Orihime shrugged. “Persistence and sneakiness,” she honestly admitted. “Are they bad?”
Rukia probably shook her head too fast, but she resorted to turning off the camera. She wasn’t so sure she could handle much more of Ichigo’s bare skin in the photos. “Not at all, but, uh... That after-shower one? Only you could accomplish that kind of thing.”
Just then, Orihime turned beet red and she bowed her head to hide her burning face. “Y-Yes, that was an interesting one to take...” she murmured under her breath.
Curious, Rukia slid the camera into her pocket and raised a brow. “What happened? Did he catch you?” Orihime nodded very stiffly and seemed to freeze upon being asked the question.
“Sort of... I-I usually don’t go into the bathroom when he’s in there, but I needed to for the picture. He didn’t know I was taking a photo, since I hid the camera after I got the picture, but he seemed very, um... pleased to see me there...” Blushing hotly, Orihime raised her hands and waved them around wildly to deter from that insanely awkward conversation. Rukia probably didn’t want to know about their intimate relationship anyway. “A-Anyway, when do you think you and the committee will be done with my camera?”
Rubbing her neck awkwardly after Orihime’s slight mumble about Ichigo and the shower, she happily opted to answer the question instead. “Maybe a week or two? Does that work out for you?” Orihime nodded, her anxious expression changing back to her normal, smiling one. But she still had a look of wanting to ask something else to her, but wasn’t sure how to phrase it. “Were you wanting a copy too, Inoue?”
A sign of relief appeared in her eyes and she nodded happily. “I-If I could, that would be most wonderful!” Rukia smiled at Orihime.
“It’d be no problem at all. After all, you’re the one that’s supplying us with the most important parts.” Rukia was about to continue when her alarm went off, signaling a hollow attack. Orihime looked about ready to jump in at the sound of it when Rukia reassured her. “I’ll take care of it, Inoue. See you in a few weeks then to give you your camera back!”
Her shinigami friend leapt to a nearby building and disappeared out of Orihime’s sight. She felt good about helping Soul Society when she could and she knew the photos would be a big success, but she couldn’t help but get a sinking feeling in her stomach about what to do when Ichigo would discover it, if he ever did.
Swallowing thickly, Orihime took a deep breath to calm herself, mentally noting that she had time to figure out what to do. Sighing again, Orihime began her trek back home, already planning in her head.
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Five days later, a package arrived to their apartment while Orihime was at work. Ichigo was home that day, meaning he was there to receive it. At the door stood a nameless shinigami he didn’t know, holding a package out for him.
“Shinigami Representative Kurosaki’s residence?” the shinigami inquired, his voice surprisingly low for someone being so small.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Ichigo replied, awkwardly taking the box from his hands. “But what’s this for?” The shinigami could only smirk at Ichigo, making the boy even more confused.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he joked, resituating his zanpakutou before preparing to shunpo off. “Anyway, nice pictures, buddy.” And with that, the man left, making Ichigo scowl hard. He didn’t know what he meant, and it only pissed him off further.
He held the package in his hands, staring it down as if it were going to bite him or something. “What an ass...” he unanimously decided about the shinigami, kicking the front door shut with his foot. The door closed with a slam that went unnoticed by Ichigo as he made his way to the couch. Since the box didn’t have a name on it, he figured it was okay to open it up.
Peeling the tape off and tossing it to the side, he only grew more curious as to why Soul Society sent him a random package. There was nothing he needed or requested from them, so it only more mysterious to him as he pulled the flaps off. On the top of the box was a letter, signed with a familiar name at the bottom. Rukia. Nothing good could come from that damned shinigami, he knew, but it still didn’t stop him from reading over the note.
Good news, Inoue! The calendar got done sooner than planned! I would’ve delivered these to you personally, but Nii-sama sent me out on a mediation trip with for a while, which meant I had to have someone else do it for me.
Thanks again for all your help! This wouldn’t have been such a great success without you!
Rukia
Underneath the letter was Orihime’s camera, the one Ichigo had not seen from Orihime since she snapped that picture of him taking off his shirt before. He found it odd that Rukia had it, especially since, to his knowledge, Orihime and Rukia hadn’t met any time recently.
Putting the camera and letter to the side, Ichigo continued to dig through the box, ultimately finding a calendar, just like the one mention in Rukia’s note. Had Orihime helped take photos for this year’s calendar or something? he wondered, starting to think he was putting two and two together. Flipping open to the first month, he was expecting to find some nice photo of a flower or something serene that the Soul Society would probably want to put into something like this. What he found was something completely different.
It was himself sleeping, lying on his back, shirtless he will add, his brows furrowed together in their usual manner.
Concerned, he flipped to the next month, February, and discovered the next one was of Ichigo brushing back his hair with his hand. Again, shirtless. He remembers that day vividly, that freakishly hot day in the middle of fall. He recalls being so out of it due to the heat exhaustion, but he doesn’t remember Orihime ever taking a photo of him doing that.
The next months were only worse, each one baring more and more skin. One month included that most recent picture of him taking off his shirt, and even worse was one of him in the shower. He remembers being amused she had stumbled into him while in the shower and he very much remembers how he took her against the wall because of it, but he had no idea she took a picture just beforehand.
He wondered if he should be lucky as to have only had it from the belly-button up, but his face burned hot as he flipped through every month. He couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or embarrassed at these photos. Just when had she taken these??
“Ichigo-kun, you wouldn’t believe the day I had!” Orihime chirped, coming into the house, keys in hand as she let herself in. “Hanako-san had me make five cakes in two hours and-” She was so ready to jump into a wild tale of cake-making, but was cut short as she saw Ichigo holding up a calendar, his face bright red as he glared at her.
He wasn’t mad at her, because knowing Orihime, she was just trying to be helpful. He was just upset knowing all of Soul Society would be looking at a photo of his firm ass come Christmas.
”What happened to the scrapbook?” Ichigo choked out, setting the calendar on the coffee table. Orihime dropped her things to the floor and avoided his gaze.
“A-Ah... Change of plans, I guess.”
Ichigo sighed heavily and Orihime had a bit of a heavy heart now that Ichigo knew about her little project and was plenty frustrated. She wanted to help Rukia and the Shinigami Women's Association, but if her boyfriend was going to be eternally angry at her, it probably wasn’t worth it.
A flash brought her stare back to Ichigo, whom was holding her camera in his hand with a dead-serious look on his face.
“Take off your shirt,” he told her bluntly, causing her to explode and splutter. He held up the camera, leaving her no choice to comply with his serious expression. When he looked like that, there was no way to change his mind.
*3* I wouldn't mind getting a calender like that! I liked how Ichigo decided to get his own calender. And he was so blunt about it! XD Great job, bb! I loved it!
The noise caused Ichigo to turn his head around in confusion. His brown eyes widened to find his girlfriend of two years, Inoue Orihime, snapping a photo of him as he was removing his shirt. She wore a sheepish expression as she lowered the digital camera from her face, smiling faintly. “Ah, hello, Ichigo-kun,” she murmured as if nothing had happened.
Cocking an eyebrow, he eyeballed that camera and then tossed his shirt into the nearby hamper. “Uh, hey,” he coughed, his cheeks a hint of red as he stood before his girlfriend shirtless. Granted, they had been living together for a year now in their homely little apartment, but with Orihime stumbling in on him while he changed clothes, it was still embarrassing. “What’s with the camera?”
Orihime just about dropped it as if it was never there, but once her grip on it tightened, her previous smile fell into an awkward pout. “... Scrapbook,” she replied, sounding a little uneasy.
“Of me getting undressed?” Ichigo blanched, making her blush heavily.
“I-I’m trying something new and artistic!” Was her response, waving the camera. There was a slight edge to her voice, as if she was anxious of sorts. “And you’re such a good subject, don’t you think?”
Ichigo took a step closer to her and was going to snatch the camera from her hands to look at the others he assumed to be on there, but she clutched it close with a look in her eye that silently said she was refusing to let go of it. “My rippling abs is a good subject?” he teased, watching her face grow red with his bantering.
“I-Ichigo-kun...” Stuttering, she seemed to retreat a little, bowing her head from embarrassment.
“Or have you been taking pictures of my ass too?” A sneer grew on his face as he took a step towards her. It was all too easy, and amusing, to make her blush. “I know too well how you like that part of me.”
“I... I have to go run errands!” Orihime suddenly blurted out, snapping her head up and nearly missing Ichigo’s chin. He was millimeters away from having a cracked jaw from her thick skull. Regardless of reaction time, Orihime snatched her purse sitting nearby on the dresser and ran out the door, still with camera in hand. Ichigo was left staring at the entrance, confused at what just happened but very curious as to what this new ‘hobby’ of hers was about. Pictures of him?
The thought of it made his stomach sink a little bit, but the thought of taking photos of her seemed to appeal to him too.
Maybe Orihime was on to something.
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Exasperated, Orihime gasped and sighed as she slowed down her steps. Ichigo had embarrassed her so bad, she thought she’d never recover from his brutal this time.
Looking up from the gray pavement, she started to look around for a familiar friend. Today was the deadline for her little project and she needed to turn her camera over so they could use the photos. She was so very lucky to have caught Ichigo taking off his shirt to be the final photo in her vast collection of pictures.
“Inoue!” A voice called out, causing Orihime to turn around and see Rukia running towards her with a smile. She raised her hand and waved to her shinigami friend.
“Hello, Kuchiki-san! I’m so glad to see you,” Orihime commented, bemused by Rukia’s own smile. She hadn’t seen her for a few weeks, when she brought the message of the project initially, so it was nice to see her again after that time.
“Did you get the photos?” Rukia inquired, readjusting her zanpakutou that had shifted while she was running. “I know it was a lot of pictures to ask for on short notice, but I thought if anyone could do it, it’d be you.”
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Rukia glanced through the photos, her smile from before started to melt away and change into a thick blush on her cheeks. Every picture she looked at seemed racier than the last, and even though she and Ichigo were just friends, Orihime got some pretty... interesting shots, for lack of a better word.
“Jeez, Inoue... How in the world did you get these?” she asked, having to double take at most of them. She had a hard time believing these were Ichigo.
Smiling sheepishly, Orihime shrugged. “Persistence and sneakiness,” she honestly admitted. “Are they bad?”
Rukia probably shook her head too fast, but she resorted to turning off the camera. She wasn’t so sure she could handle much more of Ichigo’s bare skin in the photos. “Not at all, but, uh... That after-shower one? Only you could accomplish that kind of thing.”
Just then, Orihime turned beet red and she bowed her head to hide her burning face. “Y-Yes, that was an interesting one to take...” she murmured under her breath.
Curious, Rukia slid the camera into her pocket and raised a brow. “What happened? Did he catch you?” Orihime nodded very stiffly and seemed to freeze upon being asked the question.
“Sort of... I-I usually don’t go into the bathroom when he’s in there, but I needed to for the picture. He didn’t know I was taking a photo, since I hid the camera after I got the picture, but he seemed very, um... pleased to see me there...” Blushing hotly, Orihime raised her hands and waved them around wildly to deter from that insanely awkward conversation. Rukia probably didn’t want to know about their intimate relationship anyway. “A-Anyway, when do you think you and the committee will be done with my camera?”
Rubbing her neck awkwardly after Orihime’s slight mumble about Ichigo and the shower, she happily opted to answer the question instead. “Maybe a week or two? Does that work out for you?” Orihime nodded, her anxious expression changing back to her normal, smiling one. But she still had a look of wanting to ask something else to her, but wasn’t sure how to phrase it. “Were you wanting a copy too, Inoue?”
A sign of relief appeared in her eyes and she nodded happily. “I-If I could, that would be most wonderful!” Rukia smiled at Orihime.
“It’d be no problem at all. After all, you’re the one that’s supplying us with the most important parts.” Rukia was about to continue when her alarm went off, signaling a hollow attack. Orihime looked about ready to jump in at the sound of it when Rukia reassured her. “I’ll take care of it, Inoue. See you in a few weeks then to give you your camera back!”
Her shinigami friend leapt to a nearby building and disappeared out of Orihime’s sight. She felt good about helping Soul Society when she could and she knew the photos would be a big success, but she couldn’t help but get a sinking feeling in her stomach about what to do when Ichigo would discover it, if he ever did.
Swallowing thickly, Orihime took a deep breath to calm herself, mentally noting that she had time to figure out what to do. Sighing again, Orihime began her trek back home, already planning in her head.
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Five days later, a package arrived to their apartment while Orihime was at work. Ichigo was home that day, meaning he was there to receive it. At the door stood a nameless shinigami he didn’t know, holding a package out for him.
“Shinigami Representative Kurosaki’s residence?” the shinigami inquired, his voice surprisingly low for someone being so small.
“Yeah, that’s me,” Ichigo replied, awkwardly taking the box from his hands. “But what’s this for?” The shinigami could only smirk at Ichigo, making the boy even more confused.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he joked, resituating his zanpakutou before preparing to shunpo off. “Anyway, nice pictures, buddy.” And with that, the man left, making Ichigo scowl hard. He didn’t know what he meant, and it only pissed him off further.
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Peeling the tape off and tossing it to the side, he only grew more curious as to why Soul Society sent him a random package. There was nothing he needed or requested from them, so it only more mysterious to him as he pulled the flaps off. On the top of the box was a letter, signed with a familiar name at the bottom. Rukia. Nothing good could come from that damned shinigami, he knew, but it still didn’t stop him from reading over the note.
Good news, Inoue! The calendar got done sooner than planned! I would’ve delivered these to you personally, but Nii-sama sent me out on a mediation trip with for a while, which meant I had to have someone else do it for me.
Thanks again for all your help! This wouldn’t have been such a great success without you!
Rukia
Underneath the letter was Orihime’s camera, the one Ichigo had not seen from Orihime since she snapped that picture of him taking off his shirt before. He found it odd that Rukia had it, especially since, to his knowledge, Orihime and Rukia hadn’t met any time recently.
Putting the camera and letter to the side, Ichigo continued to dig through the box, ultimately finding a calendar, just like the one mention in Rukia’s note. Had Orihime helped take photos for this year’s calendar or something? he wondered, starting to think he was putting two and two together. Flipping open to the first month, he was expecting to find some nice photo of a flower or something serene that the Soul Society would probably want to put into something like this. What he found was something completely different.
It was himself sleeping, lying on his back, shirtless he will add, his brows furrowed together in their usual manner.
Concerned, he flipped to the next month, February, and discovered the next one was of Ichigo brushing back his hair with his hand. Again, shirtless. He remembers that day vividly, that freakishly hot day in the middle of fall. He recalls being so out of it due to the heat exhaustion, but he doesn’t remember Orihime ever taking a photo of him doing that.
The next months were only worse, each one baring more and more skin. One month included that most recent picture of him taking off his shirt, and even worse was one of him in the shower. He remembers being amused she had stumbled into him while in the shower and he very much remembers how he took her against the wall because of it, but he had no idea she took a picture just beforehand.
He wondered if he should be lucky as to have only had it from the belly-button up, but his face burned hot as he flipped through every month. He couldn’t tell if he was pissed off or embarrassed at these photos. Just when had she taken these??
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He wasn’t mad at her, because knowing Orihime, she was just trying to be helpful. He was just upset knowing all of Soul Society would be looking at a photo of his firm ass come Christmas.
”What happened to the scrapbook?” Ichigo choked out, setting the calendar on the coffee table. Orihime dropped her things to the floor and avoided his gaze.
“A-Ah... Change of plans, I guess.”
Ichigo sighed heavily and Orihime had a bit of a heavy heart now that Ichigo knew about her little project and was plenty frustrated. She wanted to help Rukia and the Shinigami Women's Association, but if her boyfriend was going to be eternally angry at her, it probably wasn’t worth it.
A flash brought her stare back to Ichigo, whom was holding her camera in his hand with a dead-serious look on his face.
“Take off your shirt,” he told her bluntly, causing her to explode and splutter. He held up the camera, leaving her no choice to comply with his serious expression. When he looked like that, there was no way to change his mind.
“I-Ichigo-kun!”
“Since you got yours, I’m going to get mine.”
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