Literature
Ichiruki Week 6: CROSSOVER
Sode no Shirayuki looked delicate, almost too small, in the human boy's hands. Rukia had to check herself to keep from jumping up to stop him, as Ichigo wielded the katana, his practice–cuts rending the air. The blade whispered. Rukia felt her hands curl into fists. Her nails dug into her palms. No, she reminded herself: she trusted Ichigo. There was nothing to fear.
“She's so small!” He said in wonder. “I feel like I could break her!”
“Don't! I mean, you couldn't,” she amended as he glanced questioningly in her direction. She glanced aside: “But that's not the point.”
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