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!
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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