Nue knew she wasn't the perfect girlfriend. Well, not under the classic definition. She liked teasing, she'd play tricks on her boyfriend, she's follow her capricious whims that left her going all over the place without telling him where she was or even that she was leaving. But on the other hand, she didn't want a regular guy either. She wanted one who would bicker back at her, not take her pranks lying down, but be patient enough to forgive if she crossed the line while figuring out just where it was.

And she'd found someone like that. Ichigo gave as good as he got, and had it in him to forgive her when she actually managed to offend him. Not only that, but he'd taken the revelation that he name was literal remarkably well, seemingly not the slightest bit bothered that she could create all sorts of illusions and even shift her own body around on a whim. It was that sort of tolerance to one of her more sensitive secrets that made her want to really go out of her way for him sometimes.

So this particular night, she was sitting on his bed waiting for him, though with a shock of vividly red hair hanging down to her waist and bright electric-blue eyes peering out from under her fringe. It was simple, for a start, but it helped set the tone. She wanted to change things up tonight, in ways only she could.