Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: I own neither Bleach nor the characters therein.
Dinner for Two
“But it’s supposed to be romantic! I made it myself! Try the soba! Try it!”
Rukia surveyed the scene in front of her: Candlelit table, red rose petals scattered all around, beautifully painted blue and silver chopsticks lying carefully by the plates. She hadn’t known Ichigo had had it in him. There was even the faint scent of perfume in the air, a scent she vaguely remembered admiring on a shopping trip with his sisters. It was all very romantic, but she had to make one thing clear right now.
“I’m sorry,” she said sadly, “But shinigami… only eat apples.”