"Ichigo?", Rukia called, peeking out of the wardrobe. He was sitting at his desk, earphones in, drumming his pen against the desk in concentration. 

She didn't know how, but she was going to get Ichigo to notice her if it was the last thing she did. 

She tiptoed up to his chair, and then stopped. Was this right? She wasn't the kind of girl who would flirt just to get some guys attention.

And then she remembered Orihime, probably the most innocent girl she knew, flaunting her long, shapely legs as she purposefully bent down, basically over Ichigo's lap, to 'help him with his homework'. 

She frowned, and then nodded to herself. She took a deep breath, and then hooked her leg round Ichigo's chair, causing her to fall, conveniently, onto his lap. 

Ichigo leapt at least three feet in the air in surprise, his earphones falling out.

"RUKIA, WHAT THE HELL?!", he shouted in surprise. She was determined to stay on his lap, so she sat up, eyes twinkling seductively...

Her Soul Pager started beeping. 

"Oh! That's it. We better get going", Ichigo said, pressing his Combat Pass to his chest, and leaping out the window in his Soul Reaper form.

Leaving Rukia lying on the floor.

Damn it.