“Yoruichi, what are you doing here?” Ichigo asked, his brow twitched in annoyance as he stared at her in his window. She seemed to have been there for a while, watching him sleep. Of all the stalkerish things to do. Though, he really couldn’t mock her. He had observed her more than a few times when she stole naps after a heavy sparring session. It wasn’t a bad thing.
“I’m sorry.” The Goddess smirked, her voice holding no intent of real apology. What else had he expected? Her dark form settled in, leaving the window half open. She crawled up over him, seductively so. Golden eyes were a lit with the little moonlight that was streaming in from his window.
‘Not this again…’ The teen thought irritably but not honestly. She had been showing up at his place for months now; allowing them to revel in the pleasure of being joined intimately. Ichigo found it somewhat endearing that she had only been wanting him. He’d noticed this but a week ago when Kisuke mentioned her ‘dull’ attitude toward him over the few months the orange haired reaper had been having an affair with her. He was never sure of Kisuke’s relationship with the Flash Goddess, but from what she said, things were really over between them, and Yoruichi just loafed off of him for home-stay.
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