Her first kiss with him was everything she had ever dreamed of. Slow, tender, gentle; she took and she gave, and he did just the same. With her lips meeting his, compassionate, yet deliciously forceful at the same time, she wished this moment would never end. If anything, there was only one last thing that could make this even better.
She regretfully pulled away; her cheeks dusted a pink color while her lips pouted in a nervous manner. It was now or never, and she didn’t want to wait another five lifetimes to say it.
“I... I love you.”
“Orihime!” A feminine voice called out, startling the healer and making her jump in her seat. Orihime’s heart was already racing from her climactic scene for her novel, and her best friend, Tatsuki, scared the living daylights out of her. Needless to say, it didn’t help the situation, and she about went into cardiac arrest at the sudden yell of her name.
“M-Mou, Tatsuki-chan! Don’t scare me like that!” Orihime pleaded, using one hand to close the notebook in front of her and the other to rest above her breast, as to still her rapidly beating heart. The martial artist rolled her eyes from the doorway.
“You’re the one that wanted to get home right away,” she scoffed, pointing to the clock. “Weren’t you and I going to your place to watch that new show, uh...” Tatsuki paused trying to recall what the name was. Orihime squeaked in surprise, her honey brown eyes darting to the clock. She was right! If they didn’t get back to her place soon, they’d miss the beginning of the new TV show she’d wanted to watch for weeks. It was all she ever talked about as of late!
“Super Powered Toucans from Pluto!” Orihime squealed, slamming her hands down on her light brown desk and forcing herself from her seat. “We need to go, Tatsuki-chan!” She pulled out her notepads and textbooks from her desk, not bothering to throw them in her book bag. She needed to get home, not stay here and idly put things away properly. Despite dropping a few items, papers and pencils, and having to pick them up, the redheaded healer successfully darted out the door with her friend, leaving almost a completely empty classroom behind her.
Well, almost empty. Left behind were a few random students who were making their way out the door themselves, and one shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo. He had been keeping an eye on Orihime for a while now and he found it particularly odd how she hadn’t pulled her nose from the red notebook she’d been scribbling in all day. What he found even odder was how she had left it on her desk to go with Tatsuki, even though she’d been adamant about keeping it on her at all times.
Forcing himself from his own seat, the berry boy packed his things, finding his eyes dragging back to her now empty desk and the notebook that sat perched on the desktop. It was just for school, he told himself, nothing more. Yet if it was just for school, why was he so damn curious about it?
Scowling to himself, Ichigo grabbed the handles of his bag and sighed, figuring he’d leave as well and go home, just like everyone else had. Funny how his feet directed him right towards her desk, leading him and making him stare hard at the notebook all over again.
This is fucking annoying, he told himself, growling. He really shouldn’t be even tempted to look at other people’s things, much less Orihime’s. But after his awareness of her seemed to be heightened lately, his curiosity only grew.
She regretfully pulled away; her cheeks dusted a pink color while her lips pouted in a nervous manner. It was now or never, and she didn’t want to wait another five lifetimes to say it.
“I... I love you.”
“Orihime!” A feminine voice called out, startling the healer and making her jump in her seat. Orihime’s heart was already racing from her climactic scene for her novel, and her best friend, Tatsuki, scared the living daylights out of her. Needless to say, it didn’t help the situation, and she about went into cardiac arrest at the sudden yell of her name.
“M-Mou, Tatsuki-chan! Don’t scare me like that!” Orihime pleaded, using one hand to close the notebook in front of her and the other to rest above her breast, as to still her rapidly beating heart. The martial artist rolled her eyes from the doorway.
“You’re the one that wanted to get home right away,” she scoffed, pointing to the clock. “Weren’t you and I going to your place to watch that new show, uh...” Tatsuki paused trying to recall what the name was. Orihime squeaked in surprise, her honey brown eyes darting to the clock. She was right! If they didn’t get back to her place soon, they’d miss the beginning of the new TV show she’d wanted to watch for weeks. It was all she ever talked about as of late!
“Super Powered Toucans from Pluto!” Orihime squealed, slamming her hands down on her light brown desk and forcing herself from her seat. “We need to go, Tatsuki-chan!” She pulled out her notepads and textbooks from her desk, not bothering to throw them in her book bag. She needed to get home, not stay here and idly put things away properly. Despite dropping a few items, papers and pencils, and having to pick them up, the redheaded healer successfully darted out the door with her friend, leaving almost a completely empty classroom behind her.
Well, almost empty. Left behind were a few random students who were making their way out the door themselves, and one shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo. He had been keeping an eye on Orihime for a while now and he found it particularly odd how she hadn’t pulled her nose from the red notebook she’d been scribbling in all day. What he found even odder was how she had left it on her desk to go with Tatsuki, even though she’d been adamant about keeping it on her at all times.
Forcing himself from his own seat, the berry boy packed his things, finding his eyes dragging back to her now empty desk and the notebook that sat perched on the desktop. It was just for school, he told himself, nothing more. Yet if it was just for school, why was he so damn curious about it?
Scowling to himself, Ichigo grabbed the handles of his bag and sighed, figuring he’d leave as well and go home, just like everyone else had. Funny how his feet directed him right towards her desk, leading him and making him stare hard at the notebook all over again.
This is fucking annoying, he told himself, growling. He really shouldn’t be even tempted to look at other people’s things, much less Orihime’s. But after his awareness of her seemed to be heightened lately, his curiosity only grew.
Okay, so what was one peek going to hurt?
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