Bleach Drabbles

Ichigo

ICHIGO KUROSAKI

“Ichigo!” I cried, running down the sidewalk as fast as my legs could carry me. My strawberry of a friend turned around, a blank look on his face. I caught up to him and grabbed him around the shoulders with an arm. 

“Oof!” he cried, surprised by my sneak attack. “What the crap, Raiga!” he shouted. “You coulda killed me!”

“Aww...” I whined, dramatically snapping my fingers in exasperation. “Damn. This close....” He smacked me in the back of the head playfully, and I grinned wide. “So, Ichi-Ichi--”

 “Jeez...” he grumbled, running a hand through his hair, “how many times do I have to tell you! Don't call me that!”

“But Ichi!!!!”

“No! That name's too familiar!” He blushed a bit. “I could only let someone like...my girlfriend call me that!”

 “Then let me be your girlfriend, Ichi!!!” I cried. Meant to be taken as playing, but in reality, I had been crushing on Ichigo since we were children. However, he has awful perception of everything, especially anything remotely romantic.

His face went beet red. “Wha--? Stop messing with me, Raiga! You know I take stuff like that seriously! You shouldn't just play with love like that!”

 I frowned, bouncing in front of him and finally getting the guts to do it. Now was my chance and I couldn't bear to miss it. I'd never get another. "But..." I said nervously, "What if...I‘m not playing?” Before I gave him time to reply, I kissed him firmly on the lips for a few seconds, enjoying his taste, something so much better than what I'd imagined, mixed in with the softness of his hair and his wonderful scent. I nearly became intoxicated before I remembered exactly what I was doing. To save myself what bit of dignity I had left, I broke the embrace and ran off, far too quick for him to catch me. 

“Bye-bye, Ichi-Ichi!” I called as I ran.

I'd just confessed my love to my best friend. 

Oh...wow.

He...was a good kisser.