Sappy, sappy, sappy, sappy. So sappy. Sappy to the power of three. Or simply put, things I text Emma when I'm bored. Or trying not to kill my roommate. Or both.
for all the things that we don't say
you and i, we move to the beat of our own drum. ichigo, rukia, and the point of intersection. bleach | ichigo/rukia | general, future fic | 2,656 words
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