Bleach oneshot-ichirukia

Ichigo was sitting in his room reading a book. It was a calm , cool night with no hollows, there hasn't really been any lately, since the winter season started.

But there's been an increase in the amount of colds flying through the house. It started when karin came home from a game soaking wet; and it only being fifty two degrees Fahrenheit; and it spread to yuzu within a evening.

Rukia, the definition of clueless, has just gotten out of the shower. Now, still dripping wet, she go's to ichigos room to hang out. But when she enters, she notices ichigos irritated/confused look that was being aimed right at her. She stands completely still, blinks twice and asks, "What?"

This earned an annoyed look from the orange haired teen. "Are you stupid?" He questions sternly before pulling a towel out of his dresser drawer. Feeling the need to take care of the careless soulreaper, he pulls her towards him, (ignoring her protests); and ran the towel up and down the back of her head.

"Ichigo! What are you doing? Unhand me this instance!" She questions in an alarmed manner. The much smaller girl tries to stand up, but Ichigo holds onto her shoulders and ruffles the towel roughly through her hair. "Do you wanna be sick? Dry off stupid." Suddenly, she stops squirming and sits still.

Silence falls on them as ichigo ruffles Rukias black hair through the towel, then he stands up, leaving for a second. When he comes back he's holding a hairdryer. Resuming his sitting position behind her, he plugs the machine into the wall, turning it on. "It's not too hot, is it?" He asks her softly. She looks back at him smiles shaking her head, Ichigo simply smiles back gently.

It really wasn't hot at all, more like a comfortable kind of warm. Slowly, Rukia started to feel herself relax as she felt Ichigo's fingers gently running through her hair. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink, but she couldn't help but smile in content.

She was warmer now, and didn't feel as cold as she usually does. She felt more like a human, not just a puppet. When the machine turned off, her eyes met his as he nodded for her to get up. "There's been a bug being passed through the house. If you don't wanna catch it, dry off when getting out of the bath." He ruffled her hair with his hand, followed by a smile.

Rukia looks straight at the floor, not being able to meet his gaze again. "Stop that." She states in a flustered tone. Simple as it sounded, Ichigo had no idea what she meant. "Stop what?" Her blush increases and she starts speed walking to the door. "Being so damn- I don't know!" Her words are rushed but still coherent, as she leaves his room.

She slams the door and sits against it, trying to cool down her flamming face. "Stupid strawberry. Such a sweet strawberry." She mumbles to herself as a loving smile replaces her flustered expression.

She gets up and knocks on his door. "Goodnight Ichigo, and thank you for helping me." He opens the door again and looks down at her. She didn't meet his gaze, causing him to smile in half amusement half adoring.

"It was nothing, just looking after one of my closest friends." He states this cool but on the inside he meant it completely. Knowing exactly what she was thinking, he grinned, leaning towards her so he was looking into her Raven eyes.

She grabbed the door and tried to close it but Ichigo held it in place easily. "G-good night Ichigo!" She states and turns around, making a mad dash for yuzu and karin's room. Ichigo just chuckles with a light blush dusting his cheeks. How peculiar, that he had that kind of effect on her.

AN: let me know if I should make a part two or not!😄 Also, requests are open; and if you want a certain prompt, leave it in the comments or pm me!