Ichigo jerked awake with the distinct feeling that he was being watched. That was a feeling that never failed to unnerve him. Since he hit puberty, people always watched him and after Yoruichi’s grooming, it was something he dealt with on a constant basis. His sudden movement awakened Rukia from her satisfied slumber, “Are you alright?” she asked groggily. Ichigo shook off his paranoia and grinned at her adorable, sleep-rumpled appearance, “I’m fine, aijin…how are you?” Her reply was to collapse back onto his strong shoulder and promptly close her eyes again.
After a minute of watching her breathe, Ichigo interrupted her repose, “Rukia,” he said softly. “Mmmm?” she replied. “I love you, but…” Her eyes shot open at those unexpected words, “But what, Kurosaki?” She asked in a huff. He frowned a bit but said nothing which only served to increase her anxiety. He finally decided to put her out of her misery, “But…my arm is completely numb and I’m afraid you wouldn’t like me if I had only one arm.”