And so, the games began.

     There had always been a certain competitiveness within Rukia, and as soon as she accepted the unspoken challenge, that part of her flared up. Orihime was her friend, but she would never give up Ichigo.

The front door knocked, causing Rukia to jump, and stop internally monologuing. She heard Isshin Kurosaki open the door, and judging by his delighted tone of voice, she could tell it was a girl.

Not to mention she could feel Orihime's Spiritual Pressure.

"Ichigo, are you in here?", Orihime's high-pitched voice trilled outside the bedroom door. Ichigo spun in his chair, and opened the door.

"Orihime?", he asked in confusion, and with good reason. Orihime hardly ever came into Ichigo's room, unless she was invited...

"Sorry to bother you", Orihime said with a nervous laugh. Ichigo shook his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, but I have a message from Kisuke Urahara, he told me to give it to you." Her cheeks were red, she had rarely been in Ichigo's room, it was small and simple...

It had his scent...

Rukia sat in the wardrobe, the door opened enough for her to dangle her legs out of it. Orihime must have noticed her, or at least sensed her Spiritual Pressure. She was either too excited to be here in Ichigo's room, judging by her nervous giggles and red cheeks, or...

She was purposefully ignoring Rukia.

It was at that moment when Rukia felt that Orihime had taken the challenge, and this was clearly her first move.

"Yeah, it's that one. I probably could figure it out if I tried, I just don't have the time", Ichigo said, pointing to his homework. They had clearly moved on from 'Urahara's message'. Orihime probably made it up as an excuse to come here. Orihime's cheeks were now burning, and Rukia didn't understand why.

Not until she saw Orihime bend down to Ichigo's desk and his work, almost revealing her behind. There was literally a millimetre of material covering it.

Rukia frowned, she knew what Orihime was doing, but did Ichigo?

Well, judging by the way he was looking everywhere but at Orihime's behind, and the fact that he had burning red cheeks, he had noticed. He had always been a prude.

It was strange, Rukia hadn't really thought of Orihime being that kind of girl, but clearly, she was determined to win Ichigo before Rukia did.

Rukia smiled a little.

Fair play, Orihime.