The Revelation of PORN || ilpromenade; NSFW! HET AND MENTIONS OF

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It started with the hugely embarrassing fiasco with the H-manga stuffed under Rukia's new bed. For a while Ichigo had been all but terrified to even look inside Rukia's new room...but the more he thought about it, the more he wondered. The more he wondered, the more the curiosity started to get the better of him. Until, one evening, when Shiro was napping, and Rukia was in the kitchen, Ichigo quickly snuck in, and grabbed the first manga his hand encountered when it darted under the bed. Escaping with none the wiser, he squirelled it carefully away, and had to work at staying calm so his mood wouldn't wake up Shiro.

...Late that night, he grabbed a flashlight, pulled his comforter up over his head, and secretly read the racy girl's manga. The graphic yuri was something of an eye opener in a lot of respects. It was mostly an embarrassment all over again, though, because he ended up waking Shiro anyway because he couldn't really control what a teenaged, male body did when faced with such scandalous thoughts regarding women.
But...but it was like an addiction! A bizarre urge to sneak more of those forbidden glimpses into the world of feminine experimentation. The first time was bad enough, but then the second, third, and fourth times Ichigo became downright baffled at how something so simple ( and yet so forbidden ) as an H-manga could fill his head with such thoughts!
Hell, Shiro was even getting in on it by the third time, and both of them retreated to the hollow's new place of Solace to pour over the mysteries of lesbian love like a pair of little boys sneaking cookies before dinner. Sure, they'd experimented together, but...well...they were both guys. Women, it seemed, were a whole new world of taboo ( and fucking hot ) mysteries.

So, it's probably no surprise at all that the addiction had led to him being caught. He'd lost count of how many times he'd snuck into Rukia's physics-defying room to grab one, or two, or even three more volumes. Needless to say, she'd noticed. But, strangely enough, she hadn't berated him for it this time. It might have something to do with his beet red complexion, or even the stammered explanation about how he was sorry for snooping in her stuff, but she had never had a problem commandeering any of his things when she wanted them - plus, he always put them back.
And eventually, it had come to a head with Ichigo simply ( and almost in a whisper ) stating that he'd been too curious.

So. Here they were. Sitting side by side in awkward silence on the edge of Rukia's bed, with Ichigo scowling at his knees through his flaming cheeks, waiting for Rukia to start punching him, or worse laughing at his humiliation.