[fic] Cohabitation {ALTERNATE SESSION V: Suspicions}
Title: Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
Author: alstair
Pairing: Ichigo x Ishida Uryuu
Rating: G
Warnings: boylove, silliness
Summary: Ishida's POV. Living/rooming together is no walk in the park.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and the Characters of Bleach
Things are starting to move....
As promised, the next installment of Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions.
THE SERIES:
Cohabitation: Sessions [complete]
Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
ALTERNATE SESSION I: Waiting
ALTERNATE SESSION II: Rules
ALTERNATE SESSION III: Pajamas and Boxers
ALTERNATE SESSION IV: Plans
Alternate Session V: Suspicions
A racing car magazine....
There couldn't possibly be anything more that literally screamed testosterone than a racing car magazine. ...Well, there was porn of course but Ishida would rather not venture into that territory and all that he knew that implied (despite appearances Ishida was after all a hormonal teenage male, grades and being a Quincy aside). At least he could be thankful that Ichigo wasn't actually reading anything of that sort.
But something told Ishida that there was something odd, something off, about the way Ichigo said "I'm finished already." And although he certainly knew that the magazine was something Ichigo had bought for himself Ishida almost felt as though the Shinigami was trying too hard to appear engrossed with what he had before him. It was as if the Shinigami had been hiding something--something he'd rather Ishida did not find out.
Was it possible that the idiot actually got a confession of love on his first day of class?
Well, Ishida had to admit that by his reasoning (which he prided himself to be extremely logical and rational) if he even so much as found Ichigo attractive (which he did, though he wouldn't outright say that to himself or the man in question) then surely at least one (and likely not only one) female member of his class would surely have noted the same and, well, fancied themselves his girlfriend. Depressing as that thought was he was also equally certain that unless the female in question outright said "I love you so please be my boyfriend" the dense idiot would probably never even notice the lingering looks, the sideways glances, the smiles, the....
Ishida shook his head. He had no intention of fawning over the idiot like a school girl in love. But the fact was that the idiot was dense--so dense that he had totally missed the fact that Inoue, whom everyone else could see plainly enough, was pinning for the idiot all through their high school days.
He grimaced. He'd actually been relieved that the idiot hadn't caught on otherwise he wouldn't be here right now trying to analyze every move the orange-haired Shinigami made. Instead he would likely have agonized over the image of the idiot with Inoue, arm in arm, smiling....
Wait.
Inoue.
Ishida stopped midstep on his way to the kitchen with that thought. Inoue Orihime. If there was any way to test whether Ichigo had any remote interest in him it was Inoue Orihime. And from what he knew of the girl she still hadn't given up on Ichigo--at least, not that he knew of.
And if Ichigo decided that reading a racing car magazine when they were supposed to be talking was in order, Ishida would know that his chances to actually hitch up with Ichigo weren't as slim as a pack of condoms.
Author: alstair
Pairing: Ichigo x Ishida Uryuu
Rating: G
Warnings: boylove, silliness
Summary: Ishida's POV. Living/rooming together is no walk in the park.
Disclaimer: Kubo Tite owns Bleach and the Characters of Bleach
Things are starting to move....
As promised, the next installment of Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions.
THE SERIES:
Cohabitation: Sessions [complete]
Cohabitation: Alternate Sessions
ALTERNATE SESSION I: Waiting
ALTERNATE SESSION II: Rules
ALTERNATE SESSION III: Pajamas and Boxers
ALTERNATE SESSION IV: Plans
Alternate Session V: Suspicions
A racing car magazine....
There couldn't possibly be anything more that literally screamed testosterone than a racing car magazine. ...Well, there was porn of course but Ishida would rather not venture into that territory and all that he knew that implied (despite appearances Ishida was after all a hormonal teenage male, grades and being a Quincy aside). At least he could be thankful that Ichigo wasn't actually reading anything of that sort.
But something told Ishida that there was something odd, something off, about the way Ichigo said "I'm finished already." And although he certainly knew that the magazine was something Ichigo had bought for himself Ishida almost felt as though the Shinigami was trying too hard to appear engrossed with what he had before him. It was as if the Shinigami had been hiding something--something he'd rather Ishida did not find out.
Was it possible that the idiot actually got a confession of love on his first day of class?
Well, Ishida had to admit that by his reasoning (which he prided himself to be extremely logical and rational) if he even so much as found Ichigo attractive (which he did, though he wouldn't outright say that to himself or the man in question) then surely at least one (and likely not only one) female member of his class would surely have noted the same and, well, fancied themselves his girlfriend. Depressing as that thought was he was also equally certain that unless the female in question outright said "I love you so please be my boyfriend" the dense idiot would probably never even notice the lingering looks, the sideways glances, the smiles, the....
Ishida shook his head. He had no intention of fawning over the idiot like a school girl in love. But the fact was that the idiot was dense--so dense that he had totally missed the fact that Inoue, whom everyone else could see plainly enough, was pinning for the idiot all through their high school days.
He grimaced. He'd actually been relieved that the idiot hadn't caught on otherwise he wouldn't be here right now trying to analyze every move the orange-haired Shinigami made. Instead he would likely have agonized over the image of the idiot with Inoue, arm in arm, smiling....
Wait.
Inoue.
Ishida stopped midstep on his way to the kitchen with that thought. Inoue Orihime. If there was any way to test whether Ichigo had any remote interest in him it was Inoue Orihime. And from what he knew of the girl she still hadn't given up on Ichigo--at least, not that he knew of.
And if Ichigo decided that reading a racing car magazine when they were supposed to be talking was in order, Ishida would know that his chances to actually hitch up with Ichigo weren't as slim as a pack of condoms.