Would They Desperately Fight Back?

Yuko's house, second floor.

When Ichigo pushed open the door and entered, a rich fragrance immediately hit him. In fact, he had already smelled it downstairs.

Ririn poked her head out of the bag at Ichigo's waist. "Finally, we don't have to get rained on anymore."

Rukia couldn't help swallowing. "It smells so good."

Yuko was wearing a loose nightgown and leaning against the wall beside the door. "I specifically waited for you to come back. First..."

She paused, her gaze lingering on Ichigo's dripping-wet shoes for half a second. Then she silently raised her head and said calmly, "If I kicked you out right now, would you hold a grudge against me?"

Ichigo: "...Are you a demon?"

"Forget it. Come in." Yuko rubbed her temples. "If Masaki found out about this, I would feel embarrassed too. Clean up the dirty areas with a mop later."

Ichigo complained, "So compared with the fact that I haven't eaten dinner, you're more concerned about being complained at by your good friend?"

"Just tell me whether you're eating or not. If you are, come in." Yuko rolled her eyes at him, then said to Rukia, "Go change your clothes."

Soul Reapers couldn't catch colds, but Rukia's soaked body could make a mess of the house, which would be troublesome.

Ichigo narrowed his eyes. "Why does Rukia get to do nothing?"

"No, that's not true. Rukia does a lot of the cleaning here."

"..." Ichigo hesitated in the end, then chose a meal cooked by Aunt over cleaning.

What kind of joke was that? If he hadn't smelled the delicious food downstairs, he wouldn't have wanted to come up at all.

There was no way he would back down over a little difficulty now.

Ichigo took off his shoes at the door so the