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Her kidou sends him flying, crashing into the wall of the Kuchiki Dojo.
“You fool! Why didn’t you dodge it when you were going to?!” She shouts, running over to his side as she always has.
With a breathy grunt, Ichigo rolls over with a grin threatening to break out and spread among his facial features, instead grimaces so that the lip twitchings blends in without suspicion to undo him too soon.
Worry flickers into bemusement in Rukia’s eyes as Ichigo rasps, “because, I — oww — I sprained my ankle.”
Rukia wonders briefly if she missed the split moment of him stumbling over a foot while dodging, she takes ahold of the foot he claims is sprained and he doesn’t flinch, until he realizes and tries to react accordingly seconds later—
“You’re not injured at all; are you trying to skip out on light training when we both know you can do better than this... Ichigo?”
“H-hey wait, my foot does hurt-! Can’t you see the bruises—owch!—and now it burns like crazy—gah, ow ow!—ahh, okay okay! I give, I give! Geez, just step on me, Kuchiki taichou, why don’t you?! You can tell the others tomorrow why I’m not doing any of the paperwork in the morning from this!”
He rolls back over to hold his other foot than the one Rukia has toyed with and closes her eyes in absolute exasperation of Ichigo’s antics.
She was far from being amused and the fact Ichigo says her title with such ease when he had so much trouble before with respects or even during sex on demand—...
A foot is then firmly planted against his rear as hard as she can.
“Excuses! You better be calling—no, moaning loudly “Kuchiki-taichou” tonight if you want to get away with this...!”
P.S. Byakuya has been walking through the dojo courtyard and felt his own pride stepped on.