Chapter 136

[A/N: FUCK IM TIRED OF WRITING SEX SCENES!!! But I still need to write Orihime’s, Rangikus, Unohana and more. Man this sucks!! I should have written them back then. Well it doesn't matter, I'll write Orihimes and skip gradually write the others scenes as the story unfolds.]

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Ichigo and Rukia finally stopped messing around, their teasing and bickering tapering off with the usual smug grins. After cleaning up in the bathroom, Ichigo towel-dried his hair and gave the mirror one last look.

‘Alright. Time to make it official with Orihime,’ he thought, pulling his shirt down as he walked toward the door. ‘She’ll be the last one. I’ll keep things chill until the Fullbringer stuff starts... I should also look for Ikumi. She lives not far from here, if I remember right.’

He slid the door open and stepped out, the warm light of the setting sun casting long shadows across the street. The sky was streaked in orange and purple hues, a calm breeze drifting through Karakura.

After a short walk, he stopped in front of Orihime’s apartment. As he raised his hand to knock, the door swung open — almost like she had been standing right behind it.

“I definitely wasn’t waiting for you,” Orihime blurted out, eyes wide. “H-Hi, Ichigo!” Her voice cracked with nervous excitement.

Ichigo blinked, amused. “Hey. Can I come in?”

“What? B-But I’m not ready to have kids yet! This is going too fast! Let me think about it!” she said in a rush, waving her hands frantically.

Without missing a beat, Ichigo walked past her into the apartment.

Only once the door clicked shut behind her did Orihime realize what she had just said.

‘I used the lines I practiced! Ahhh, I want to die!’ she screamed internally, her soul practically leaving her body in cartoonish despair.

Ichigo settled on the couch, suppressing a chuckle as she shuffled over, face still burning.

“I made some food! You hungry?” she asked quickly, trying to salvage her dignity.

“Umm... sure. I’ll have something,” he replied, flashing a small smile.

She lit up, practically skipping to the kitchen. Moments later, she returned and shoved a plate in front of him with way too much enthusiasm.

Ichigo’s face twitched.

On the plate was... a strange swirl of pastel-colored beans, a melted cupcake, and what looked like raw egg drizzled in honey.

He blinked again.

“You know,” he said slowly, setting the plate down. “I think I’ll just grab something from the shop down the street. Why don’t you set up a movie?”

Without waiting for her response, he was already on his feet and out the door.

Orihime blinked, confused. “Hmm? What’s wrong with cupcake beans?” she muttered, picking one up and tossing it in her mouth.

A second passed.

Her eyes widened as she froze.

“Yep. That’s what’s wrong,” she coughed, spitting it into a napkin as she grimaced.

Ichigo returned a few minutes later, holding two takeout bags. The savory scent of fried chicken and rice filled the air. Orihime had already dimmed the lights and queued up a movie. She looked a little embarrassed but quickly bounced back as he joined her on the couch.

“Good save,” she said sheepishly as she grabbed a box of fries.

“Hey, I tried. You tried harder.” He smirked. “This movie better be good though.”

It was.

To his surprise, she had picked a really good movie

“Okay, I didn’t know you were into these kinds of movies,” Ichigo admitted between bites, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

Orihime beamed, her cheeks adorably puffed with rice and pride. “I knew you’d like it. Me and my brother used to watch these all the time.”

Ichigo paused mid-chew. The mention of Sora always hit different — not in a bad way, just... grounding. Like a reminder that there were layers to her beyond the bubbly surface.

“Well... he’s got good taste,” he said simply, giving her a small, sincere smile.

Orihime blinked, a little caught off guard by the softness in his voice. Her heart skipped a beat. For a moment, the movie faded into the background. It was just the two of them — the flicker of the TV reflecting off their faces, the quiet closeness building like something unspoken in the air.

“Thanks,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper now.

Ichigo smiled, scratching his neck acting shy“Yeah. Don’t get used to me complimenting people."

Orihime giggled, the moment lightening again. “Too late. It’s already saved in my memory forever.”


“Thanks,” she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper now.

Ichigo glanced at her again — really looked at her this time. The soft glow of the screen lit up her face, eyes wide with that familiar warmth. She wasn’t just cute. She was genuine. And for once, he didn’t feel like overthinking it.

Without saying a word, Ichigo shifted slightly and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close with a smooth, fluid motion.

Orihime blinked, her breath catching for a second as her shoulder pressed against his chest.

“Wha—” she started, but he cut her off with a half-smile.

“What?” he asked, casual but low — voice calm, like he already knew the answer.

Her heartbeat picked up.

“I-I… nothing,” she breathed, trying not to combust. She sank into his side, her body stiff for a second before melting into him, cheeks glowing a deep pink.

The arm around her tightened just a bit — protective, familiar. His hand brushed the top of her arm lightly, almost absentmindedly.

“I thought you’d freak out,” he said, eyes still on the screen.

“I am freaking out,” she whispered, half-buried in his shoulder.

He chuckled.

“Good.”

[A/N: NONE OF US ARE GETTING THIS]

After a few hours of binge-watching a full trilogy, the room had grown quiet, the only light coming from the faint glow of the screen and the distant hum of city traffic outside her window.

Ichigo let out a relaxed sigh, shifting slightly before resting his head right onto Orihime’s lap.

She froze.

Steam practically shot out of her ears.

“H-Huh?!”

“Too many action scenes. My brain’s fried,” he mumbled, closing his eyes.

“Y-You could’ve warned me first,” she stammered, looking down at him like her soul had left her body.

“I can’t see your face,” he muttered again, opening one eye. “Something’s in the way…”

He didn’t have to say what. His gaze — and the soft mound his head was slightly nudging — made it obvious.

Orihime let out a flustered laugh, face crimson. “L-Let me see what I can do…”

She leaned forward carefully, raising her book in front of her like a curtain to give him a better view. But in the process, she misjudged her angle... and accidentally dipped too low — her chest pressing softly down onto his face.

“Mmmph—” Ichigo’s voice muffled beneath her.

Realizing what just happened, Orihime squeaked and tried to back up, but Ichigo didn’t flinch.

In fact, he just grinned under the softness.

‘Yeah... I love life,’ he thought as the warmth and scent of vanilla filled his senses.

TO BE CONTINUED