Words of Love
Title: Words of Love
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bleach
Spoilers/Warnings: AU
Pairing: Shunsui Kyoraku x Nanao Ise
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters.
Theme: #3 - Passing Notes
Summery: For once Nanao gets passed a note in class that was addressed to her.
Words of Love
Nanao blinked when the girl in the desk next to her handed her the note. It was addressed to her. She frowned at the little slip of paper. Nanao had been handed love notes before, but they were always addressed to Rangiku, not to her. At least, she assumed it was a love note since there were hearts doodled around her name. Still, she tucked it into her book to read when class was over. When she headed towards her locker after class, Nanao slid the note out of the book and unfolded it.
The note itself was fairly short. It was mostly composed of compliments about her beauty and her intelligence. That alone startled Nanao. She wasn't used to being noticed for anything other than her intelligence. Nanao didn't recognize the handwriting though, and there was no signature. So she tucked into her binder and went on with her day. And that was that until a second note appeared in her locker.
Quite honestly, she had figured the first note was a mistake. Rangiku was the one who got romantic notes, not her. But the second note was also addressed to her, and the content of the note did make it clear that it was in fact Nanao that the note was meant for. The second one commented on the book she'd been reading yesterday. Apparently the writer of the note enjoyed the series and recommended another by the same author.
The notes continued to appear during the course of her school day for the next few weeks. Nanao couldn't figure out how the note writer was delivering the notes. They appeared everywhere, in her books, on her desk, even in her bag. And she never even caught a glimpse of who was leaving them. The handwriting didn't at all seem familiar though it was quite elegant. They were thoughtful notes. Someone was clearly spending a lot of time on them, and they clearly had an idea of her personality. All in all, Nanao found them rather lovely if mystifying.
That mystery really began to get to her when the third week of notes started. That was the week when the notes began to change. On Monday, the note came in the form of an origami flower. Tuesday the note that had been slid into her locker had actually been sealed with sealing wax. Wednesday's note had been beautifully illustrated to go with the poem that had been included. The notes never failed to bring a smile to her face, but it was driving Nanao more than a little crazy that she didn't know who was sending them.
Nanao didn't have a single clue who it could be. There had been nothing in the notes to give any hint of who it could be, and she had no likely candidates. Other than obnoxious comments from some of the idiot jocks no one had ever really shown interest in her. Both Rangiku and Isane had tried to set her up a couple of times, but it had never really worked out. She had no idea why someone had suddenly chosen to take an interest in her. The notes were entirely lovely though, and they made her feel special. They were witty and thoughtful and very sweet. She did wish she could thank the note writer.
It also didn't help that her friends had discovered that she was getting the notes. Each one of them seemed to have their own theory about who might be behind the notes. Rangiku's ranged from wildly unlikely to completely implausible. Momo's and Isane's ideas were more reasonable, but all three of them wanted to read the notes themselves, and Nanao didn't really feel like sharing them with anyone else. Each note was safely tucked away in a notebook of hers. Nanao would admit that she had reread all of them a number of times. While she didn't normally put much stock in romantic gestures, the notes had been an effective way of getting her attention and winning her over. Now if the writer would just reveal himself.
Six weeks after the notes started appearing, the sender finally slipped up enough for Nanao to catch him. Admittedly, she wouldn't have if she hadn't been trying to avoid Rangiku, but that wasn't the point. What mattered was she had been in the right place at the right time to see Shunsui Kyoraku slip something into her locker. Once he had gone, Nanao hurried to check her locker, and sure enough there was a new note waiting for her. She finally knew who had been writing her notes.
However, the fact that it was Shunsui Kyoraku did startle her. They only had two classes together since he was a senior and she was a sophomore, and Nanao didn't think that their paths had ever crossed outside of class. Plus, he was one of the more popular students in the school. She wouldn't have though she was on his radar at all. Still, she didn't necessarily mind. Shunsui might be lazy and a goof off, but he had surprised her more than once in class during discussions with his thoughtful comments and grasp of the subject at hand. And she was extremely curious about why he had decided to write her love notes.
Cornering Shunsui about the notes was a little more difficult. They didn't share any of their morning classes, nor did they share the same group of friends. Nanao did manage to catch sight of him heading into the library during lunch and quickly followed. She crept up behind him in one of the carrels where he appeared to be writing another note. Nanao peered over his shoulder in time to see him finish a little cartoon sketch of a scene from Mansfield Park which was the novel they were reading in the literature class she shared with him.
"Is that for me?"
Shunsui started then whirled around to look at her. Nanao took advantage of his distraction in order to grab the note. She quickly scanned it while he just stared at her.
"Nanao-"
Nanao smiled at him, looking up from the note.
"Thank you for the notes. I've really enjoyed them." Then she bit her lip. "I just have one question really. Why me?"
He grinned and scratched the back of his head. "I wanted to get to know you, but I didn't how to approach you. You're kind of aloof, you know, and I've seen you shoot down enough guys to know that a pick line wouldn't get your attention. Besides, your face would light up and you'd smile whenever you got one of the notes."
"Now that you have my attention, what are you going to do with it?"
He reached for her hand. "Dinner and a movie? Friday perhaps."
Nanao let him twine their fingers together and then kissed his cheek. "You can pick me up at six."
Her fingers curled around the note that she still held in her other hand. She really couldn't complain about people passing notes in school anymore, but quite honestly, Nanao was just fine with that.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bleach
Spoilers/Warnings: AU
Pairing: Shunsui Kyoraku x Nanao Ise
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters.
Theme: #3 - Passing Notes
Summery: For once Nanao gets passed a note in class that was addressed to her.
Words of Love
Nanao blinked when the girl in the desk next to her handed her the note. It was addressed to her. She frowned at the little slip of paper. Nanao had been handed love notes before, but they were always addressed to Rangiku, not to her. At least, she assumed it was a love note since there were hearts doodled around her name. Still, she tucked it into her book to read when class was over. When she headed towards her locker after class, Nanao slid the note out of the book and unfolded it.
The note itself was fairly short. It was mostly composed of compliments about her beauty and her intelligence. That alone startled Nanao. She wasn't used to being noticed for anything other than her intelligence. Nanao didn't recognize the handwriting though, and there was no signature. So she tucked into her binder and went on with her day. And that was that until a second note appeared in her locker.
Quite honestly, she had figured the first note was a mistake. Rangiku was the one who got romantic notes, not her. But the second note was also addressed to her, and the content of the note did make it clear that it was in fact Nanao that the note was meant for. The second one commented on the book she'd been reading yesterday. Apparently the writer of the note enjoyed the series and recommended another by the same author.
The notes continued to appear during the course of her school day for the next few weeks. Nanao couldn't figure out how the note writer was delivering the notes. They appeared everywhere, in her books, on her desk, even in her bag. And she never even caught a glimpse of who was leaving them. The handwriting didn't at all seem familiar though it was quite elegant. They were thoughtful notes. Someone was clearly spending a lot of time on them, and they clearly had an idea of her personality. All in all, Nanao found them rather lovely if mystifying.
That mystery really began to get to her when the third week of notes started. That was the week when the notes began to change. On Monday, the note came in the form of an origami flower. Tuesday the note that had been slid into her locker had actually been sealed with sealing wax. Wednesday's note had been beautifully illustrated to go with the poem that had been included. The notes never failed to bring a smile to her face, but it was driving Nanao more than a little crazy that she didn't know who was sending them.
Nanao didn't have a single clue who it could be. There had been nothing in the notes to give any hint of who it could be, and she had no likely candidates. Other than obnoxious comments from some of the idiot jocks no one had ever really shown interest in her. Both Rangiku and Isane had tried to set her up a couple of times, but it had never really worked out. She had no idea why someone had suddenly chosen to take an interest in her. The notes were entirely lovely though, and they made her feel special. They were witty and thoughtful and very sweet. She did wish she could thank the note writer.
It also didn't help that her friends had discovered that she was getting the notes. Each one of them seemed to have their own theory about who might be behind the notes. Rangiku's ranged from wildly unlikely to completely implausible. Momo's and Isane's ideas were more reasonable, but all three of them wanted to read the notes themselves, and Nanao didn't really feel like sharing them with anyone else. Each note was safely tucked away in a notebook of hers. Nanao would admit that she had reread all of them a number of times. While she didn't normally put much stock in romantic gestures, the notes had been an effective way of getting her attention and winning her over. Now if the writer would just reveal himself.
Six weeks after the notes started appearing, the sender finally slipped up enough for Nanao to catch him. Admittedly, she wouldn't have if she hadn't been trying to avoid Rangiku, but that wasn't the point. What mattered was she had been in the right place at the right time to see Shunsui Kyoraku slip something into her locker. Once he had gone, Nanao hurried to check her locker, and sure enough there was a new note waiting for her. She finally knew who had been writing her notes.
However, the fact that it was Shunsui Kyoraku did startle her. They only had two classes together since he was a senior and she was a sophomore, and Nanao didn't think that their paths had ever crossed outside of class. Plus, he was one of the more popular students in the school. She wouldn't have though she was on his radar at all. Still, she didn't necessarily mind. Shunsui might be lazy and a goof off, but he had surprised her more than once in class during discussions with his thoughtful comments and grasp of the subject at hand. And she was extremely curious about why he had decided to write her love notes.
Cornering Shunsui about the notes was a little more difficult. They didn't share any of their morning classes, nor did they share the same group of friends. Nanao did manage to catch sight of him heading into the library during lunch and quickly followed. She crept up behind him in one of the carrels where he appeared to be writing another note. Nanao peered over his shoulder in time to see him finish a little cartoon sketch of a scene from Mansfield Park which was the novel they were reading in the literature class she shared with him.
"Is that for me?"
Shunsui started then whirled around to look at her. Nanao took advantage of his distraction in order to grab the note. She quickly scanned it while he just stared at her.
"Nanao-"
Nanao smiled at him, looking up from the note.
"Thank you for the notes. I've really enjoyed them." Then she bit her lip. "I just have one question really. Why me?"
He grinned and scratched the back of his head. "I wanted to get to know you, but I didn't how to approach you. You're kind of aloof, you know, and I've seen you shoot down enough guys to know that a pick line wouldn't get your attention. Besides, your face would light up and you'd smile whenever you got one of the notes."
"Now that you have my attention, what are you going to do with it?"
He reached for her hand. "Dinner and a movie? Friday perhaps."
Nanao let him twine their fingers together and then kissed his cheek. "You can pick me up at six."
Her fingers curled around the note that she still held in her other hand. She really couldn't complain about people passing notes in school anymore, but quite honestly, Nanao was just fine with that.