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Two a.m.
He stepped through the window, heaving a sigh of relief. The clock on his bedside table read 1:59 in glowing red numbers. As he watched, the numbers changed. Two a.m. A soft tap behind him announced Rukia's presence as she alighted on the windowsill.
Ichigo thought longingly of days past, when he'd succumbed to the clutches of sleep at a far more decent an hour. Days when he'd been pleasantly oblivious of the existence of the obnoxious, bossy midget behind him.
Said midget was currently striding across the room to his closet. One hand gripping the wood of the door, she turned to look at him. There were no words spoken between them, but the softening of her sharp gaze spoke volumes. You did well. The moment passed, and the short shinigami scolded him. "Stop standing there like an idiot and go to bed."
The closet door closed with a soft click. Perhaps two a.m. wasn't such a horrible bed time after all.