Clearing his throat, Ichigo shifts over and nods stiffly, returning his gaze to the playing children. Sometimes it helped to watch the happy kids, numbing his pain and instead making him crack a smile once in a while at the sight of pure innocence.
"I'm Inoue Orihime," she introduces herself, sticking out her hand while wearing that grin. It was so odd to see someone smile so much, and it was even odder to see someone introduce themselves to him. Normally he made a point to appear unapproachable.
Uncomfortable with people, due to his restraint for so long, he awkwardly stuck his hand out and grasped hers. It was much smaller than his and softer too, it was honestly startling.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," he mumbles back, his own voice sounding distant and unfamiliar to him. Orihime pulls her hand back to her lap and her cheeks are dusted with a light pink hue.
"That's a wonderful name, Kurosaki-san," she comments, brushed her hair behind her ear. Ichigo shrugs and watches the kids, feeling bits and pieces of that despair starting to creep into his thoughts. "The kids are fun to watch, aren't they?"
Nodding again, he can't help but agree. Many a times Ichigo wishes he could return to a simpler time, a period where no one dropped like flies around him.
"Why are you here?" he finds himself blurting out before he can hold back the words. On one hand, he fears she'll be offended by his harsh tone, but he also does better alone rather than with others.
Humming, Orihime turns her head towards the sky. She inhales the summer air deeply and smiles again. "You looked lonely."
Frozen, Ichigo wonders if he was too obvious, and if he was, was there a way to change it as to be left alone? He shook his head in the negative. "I'm not lonely. I'm just fine." He couldn't help the slight change in pitch as he voiced the word 'lonely'.
Standing up suddenly, Orihime turns to him, unfazed by his downhearted utterance of words. She held out her hand for him to take, and Ichigo could only stare at it dumbfounded. "I know the kids are fun to watch, but would you like to join me for lunch, Kurosaki-san?"
As much as his brain screamed at him to not get into this whole mess again, his heart and body found themselves taking her hand and standing on his feet. It's just a stranger, he tells himself, noting that there'd be no way he'd allow himself to melt around this woman. A weird one at that. She was odd to him, but it was still something that pulled him in.
As she turned to leave with Ichigo in tow, he let his usually tensed expression and scowl faded away. As strange as this woman seemed, there was a nagging feeling she'd be the one person to melt his frozen, anguished heart.
Awww! This was so angsty, but I loved it! Poor Ichigo! ;A; I really do hope Orihime is able to help him see the good in things. You did a great job, bb! Thank you!
"I'm Inoue Orihime," she introduces herself, sticking out her hand while wearing that grin. It was so odd to see someone smile so much, and it was even odder to see someone introduce themselves to him. Normally he made a point to appear unapproachable.
Uncomfortable with people, due to his restraint for so long, he awkwardly stuck his hand out and grasped hers. It was much smaller than his and softer too, it was honestly startling.
"Kurosaki Ichigo," he mumbles back, his own voice sounding distant and unfamiliar to him. Orihime pulls her hand back to her lap and her cheeks are dusted with a light pink hue.
"That's a wonderful name, Kurosaki-san," she comments, brushed her hair behind her ear. Ichigo shrugs and watches the kids, feeling bits and pieces of that despair starting to creep into his thoughts. "The kids are fun to watch, aren't they?"
Nodding again, he can't help but agree. Many a times Ichigo wishes he could return to a simpler time, a period where no one dropped like flies around him.
"Why are you here?" he finds himself blurting out before he can hold back the words. On one hand, he fears she'll be offended by his harsh tone, but he also does better alone rather than with others.
Humming, Orihime turns her head towards the sky. She inhales the summer air deeply and smiles again. "You looked lonely."
Frozen, Ichigo wonders if he was too obvious, and if he was, was there a way to change it as to be left alone? He shook his head in the negative. "I'm not lonely. I'm just fine." He couldn't help the slight change in pitch as he voiced the word 'lonely'.
Standing up suddenly, Orihime turns to him, unfazed by his downhearted utterance of words. She held out her hand for him to take, and Ichigo could only stare at it dumbfounded. "I know the kids are fun to watch, but would you like to join me for lunch, Kurosaki-san?"
As much as his brain screamed at him to not get into this whole mess again, his heart and body found themselves taking her hand and standing on his feet. It's just a stranger, he tells himself, noting that there'd be no way he'd allow himself to melt around this woman. A weird one at that. She was odd to him, but it was still something that pulled him in.
As she turned to leave with Ichigo in tow, he let his usually tensed expression and scowl faded away. As strange as this woman seemed, there was a nagging feeling she'd be the one person to melt his frozen, anguished heart.
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That is all. Lovely as always, hun.
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You melted me :(:(
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