Ichigo

"Hey! Byakuya!"

The impertinent brat who shattered your blade, who destroyed your pride and saved your sister. The substitute who reminded you of a face that heated your blood, pleasantly or unpleasantly depending on the memory and the one you owe your sister's life to. It's not easy for you to admit such a thing, but in the end, you do realize that it's an unavoidable circumstance and you begrudgingly turn to give him a glare. You're not happy with the way he regards you and no matter how much time has passed, he refuses to use any sort of honorific or title suited to you. You suppose that's part of the reason why you're here though--you don't want to be anyone but Byakuya.

"Some kinda greeting," he mutters, shifting what looks like different foods in some opaque plastic bags and it grabs your attention. You don't know why, but even if the combined smells of Living World's cuisine aren't appetizing, you've always been curious about the random things that they put together. Rukia has brought back many things for you to try and you never get tired of certain ones.

Ichigo catches your gaze and raises a brow, silently asking if there's a problem or if you might be sick. As routine as the day started, your silent urges have been anything but and you're more than curious to know what Ichigo intends to do with leeks, onions, celery and other various items.

"You hungry or something?" The orange-haired substitute scratches the back of his head, the bag lifted and pressing more fully against a certain thing that catches your eye. You didn't notice it with all the strange smells from the people wandering the streets, but you do realize you missed dinner while you were finishing up your work and being lost in your thoughts. You have a special place in your heart for bananas, of which Ichigo has, though you'll never tell him.

He shoves the bag in your direction when you don't answer. He obviously doesn't care to stand there and, to be fairly honest, you don't either. Even if it's Ichigo you're going with, you, at least, won't be lost.

"Well? You gunna come with me or stay here acting like a zombie?"