Masked| Ichigo Kurosaki x Reader (cancelled)

(Extra) Rukia's Days Out: [Y/n] the Tour Guide

"[Y/n]? You're not going with Ichigo?"

You turned to the elder being, "No-no... not today. I'm going to visit the museum. I usually don't go with Ichigo."

"Really? I thought you practically went everywhere with each other."

You stand, securing your school bag, "Sometimes. But, uh, Ichigo isn't a...museum person. Broods too much."

Rukia tilts her head, "By the way, what's a museum?"

You fiddled with the cuff of your school blazer, "If you want...you can...come with me?"

"Hm...sure! This museum sounds like fun."

Rukia observed a large painting with wide eyes, "Someone painted this?"

You nod, "Yes, this artist is known for paintings with deep meanings."

"What does this one mean?" she wondered, turning to you.

"It...expresses feeling isolation, despite life around you feeling the opposite. Even your isolation is isolated."

Her gaze flickered to the painting again, "Hm...I like this painting."

You offered her a camera that was simple to use, "If you want you can take pictures."

"Where'd you get this from?"

You warmed in embarrassment, "Well, I thought I'd get you a camera...so you can capture all the things you...like..."

"Thank you, [Y/n]. You really didn't have to," with determination to put the camera to good use, she snapped pictures left and right.

"Whoa! This is colored glass? How did they shape it like that?!"

You couldn't help but find her excitement amusing, giggling at her here and there.

Then Rukia tried to use her cute act to cut a line, which you finally decide to talk to her about.

"Miss Kuchiki. You do...realize you don't need to act like that right? You seem much more believable when it's genuine..." your gaze flickers down to your toes as you walk together.

"What do you mean? I practiced so I could fit in," she pouted.

"Ah, well...How do I put this?" you paused before, averting your eyes to a painting of flowers, "Your acting's only good to ignorant humans...Otherwise, it's very obvious."

She mulled over your words, "Hm, I'll consider it."

You both peered over a small case, a tiny art piece inside.

"I've never seen something so tiny in my life," Rukia whispered.

"This is new, so I've never seen this before either..." you admitted.

"How in the world did they have the patience to make this?"

"Or the steady hands...so much detail."

The quiet atmosphere gets broken when Rukia's stomach growls.

"Um...do museums have food?"

"Oh, what's this? I've never seen this type of dish before," Rukia stared down the paper bowl as you paid the vendor.

"Well, Mr. Smith is American, he sells street food from the U.S. as well—This is called a Philly Cheesesteak," you handed one to her.

"It smells good," after a deep inhale of the scent, she takes a cautious bite, "Tastes good, too."