MellowYellow
Pulsar
- Joined
- Sep 28, 2013
It was hard to process his current feelings toward the raven-haired Shinigami. It had all started about a week ago during a rather routine soul burial, things going south with the abrupt appearance of a rather grotesque Hollow. It hadn't been too strong, but the element of surprise let it get a good hit on Rukia, before Toshiro put it down with a solid strike. Rukia's clothing had gotten rather torn from the scuffle, and it had given him quite a good look at her body.
From that point on it was hard not to look at Rukia without envisioning that lithe perky frame, imagining his hands roaming along her fine curves, having her mewl for him... yes, it left Toshiro in quite a state even if, on the outside, he seemed as aloof as ever.
So, ultimately, he knew he'd have to do something about it to clear his head. And he knew for a fact that Rukia was sticking around after class, busy with clean-up detail. Sure enough he spied her through the modest window in the door, looking at her back, eyes roaming along the exposed section of her slim legs. He opened the door casually and took a step inside. "Kuchiki," he said curtly to catch her attention.
From that point on it was hard not to look at Rukia without envisioning that lithe perky frame, imagining his hands roaming along her fine curves, having her mewl for him... yes, it left Toshiro in quite a state even if, on the outside, he seemed as aloof as ever.
So, ultimately, he knew he'd have to do something about it to clear his head. And he knew for a fact that Rukia was sticking around after class, busy with clean-up detail. Sure enough he spied her through the modest window in the door, looking at her back, eyes roaming along the exposed section of her slim legs. He opened the door casually and took a step inside. "Kuchiki," he said curtly to catch her attention.