"This'll be our secret"~ IchiHime Drabble #2
Figures I'd start this plot bunny fest the week that I have so much work my eyes are going to fall out *facedesk* But no matter. Any work break is welcome, especially one related to IchiHime ;) Sorry if this one seems rushed.
Prompt #2: Paint
Our Little Secret
“Gross, I hate that smell,” Ichigo muttered as he wrinkled his nose. “Why couldn’t they wait until after school to paint the damn stairwell?”
“Well, it’s a big project, Ichigo,” Orihime pointed out in a cheerful voice. “They only have until the end of the week, so they work on it during their free periods.”
Ichigo frowned. “Somone’s gonna pass out in here from all the paint fumes.”
Orihime giggled and followed him up the stairs. As she did, she glanced up at the beginnings of the senior class project. The class council had decided that they would repaint the main stairwell with a sort of mural. The section that was already done had a night sky over a dimly glowing Karakura Town. Orihime stopped and looked closely at it.
“Oi, aren’t you coming?” Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, I was just looking for something.”
Ichigo stepped down behind her and tried to figure out what it was she was looking at. “What do you mean?”
“Ah! There it is!” she chirped as she pointed to a low hill painted on the outside of the town, just in the bottom corner of the wall.
“There what is?”
“Ichigo, that’s where we had our first date!”
“I-It is? How can you tell that?” Ichigo asked, crouching down to get a closer look at the barely-noticeable hill.
Orihime knelt down beside him and pointed up at the painted stars. “Because we were looking at those stars over there,” she beamed.
“Orihime, I don’t think- Hey, what are you doing?!” he yelped as she grabbed his hand and pressed it onto the painted hill. He could feel the sticky wet paint clinging to his fingers and quickly jerked his hand back. “What are you-“
Instead of responding, she placed her hand over his faded print and then leaned back to admire her work. “This’ll be our secret, okay?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with her gorgeous honey-brown doe eyes.
The orange-haired teen’s cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away, but not before grabbing her paint-stained hand with his own. “Come on, we’re going to be late,” he mumbled. Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could tell he was trying to hide a smile. She’d keep that a secret too.
Prompt #2: Paint
Our Little Secret
“Gross, I hate that smell,” Ichigo muttered as he wrinkled his nose. “Why couldn’t they wait until after school to paint the damn stairwell?”
“Well, it’s a big project, Ichigo,” Orihime pointed out in a cheerful voice. “They only have until the end of the week, so they work on it during their free periods.”
Ichigo frowned. “Somone’s gonna pass out in here from all the paint fumes.”
Orihime giggled and followed him up the stairs. As she did, she glanced up at the beginnings of the senior class project. The class council had decided that they would repaint the main stairwell with a sort of mural. The section that was already done had a night sky over a dimly glowing Karakura Town. Orihime stopped and looked closely at it.
“Oi, aren’t you coming?” Ichigo asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, I was just looking for something.”
Ichigo stepped down behind her and tried to figure out what it was she was looking at. “What do you mean?”
“Ah! There it is!” she chirped as she pointed to a low hill painted on the outside of the town, just in the bottom corner of the wall.
“There what is?”
“Ichigo, that’s where we had our first date!”
“I-It is? How can you tell that?” Ichigo asked, crouching down to get a closer look at the barely-noticeable hill.
Orihime knelt down beside him and pointed up at the painted stars. “Because we were looking at those stars over there,” she beamed.
“Orihime, I don’t think- Hey, what are you doing?!” he yelped as she grabbed his hand and pressed it onto the painted hill. He could feel the sticky wet paint clinging to his fingers and quickly jerked his hand back. “What are you-“
Instead of responding, she placed her hand over his faded print and then leaned back to admire her work. “This’ll be our secret, okay?” she asked quietly, looking up at him with her gorgeous honey-brown doe eyes.
The orange-haired teen’s cheeks flushed and he quickly looked away, but not before grabbing her paint-stained hand with his own. “Come on, we’re going to be late,” he mumbled. Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could tell he was trying to hide a smile. She’d keep that a secret too.