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Written as per request from xiao_huli_chan. Original request post here.
Title: Paintings
Characters: Inoue Orihime, Ishida Uryuu, mentions of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Theme: Art Class
Rating: PG
Warning: Ishida in a painful(not literally) situation.
Disclaimer: The only BLEACH I own takes the colour out of my clothes.
"Here, like this, Inoue-san."
Art classes were a pain. Inoue Orihime usually misinterpreted the themes, which resulted in much of her strange art. More than once, the sensei had tried to make sense of Orihime's drawings, but somehow, only the girl herself understood what the artwork meant.
Fearing that she may one day drive the sensei up the wall, Orihime sought out the help of Ishida Uryuu, in hopes that a down-to-earth person like him could help. As a result, they now both sat on the school's rooftop, watching the setting sun with paints and easels before them. The theme was "Red" - Orihime was inclined to just colour her whole easel red, but that probably wasn't it. And Ishida had suggested that they paint the view from Karakura High's rooftop during sunset. She didn't have a better idea, so there they were, palettes in their laps, Ishida showing Orihime how to mix paints.
Dabbling her paintbrush into her paints, Orihime wondered where to begin. As she stood pondering, Ishida began work on his own art. "Ah, got it!" She ran a whole line of paint from one corner of the easel to another, then stepped back, seemingly satisfied. Ishida had to work hard to stifle his laughter. He put down his palette, and stepped behind Orihime.
Since he was behind her, Ishida figured Orihime wouldn't see him blush. He reached one hand and gently grasped her hand which held the paintbrush. "Like this," he said, guiding her hand along the canvas, outlining and highlighting buildings that stood before them. Ishida could feel his heart beating very quickly. He had never really been this close to a girl before.
He slowly released Orihime's hand, and the girl started to squeal about how nice it looked and what a wonderful artist Ishida was. She turned to grin at him, and Ishida felt his face grow hot.
"Ne? Ishida-kun's face is all red!" Orihime laughed. "Perhaps I should paint you instead!"
And that was how, at the end of the week, Orihime handed up her art - finally, something the sensei could make sense of. Ishida never lived it down, and Kurosaki Ichigo made it a point to mention that embarrassing fact whenever he could. But now, Orihime's painting of a blushing Ishida hung on the wall in her room, and from the looks of things, it wasn't going anywhere any time soon.
Title: Paintings
Characters: Inoue Orihime, Ishida Uryuu, mentions of Kurosaki Ichigo.
Theme: Art Class
Rating: PG
Warning: Ishida in a painful(not literally) situation.
Disclaimer: The only BLEACH I own takes the colour out of my clothes.
"Here, like this, Inoue-san."
Art classes were a pain. Inoue Orihime usually misinterpreted the themes, which resulted in much of her strange art. More than once, the sensei had tried to make sense of Orihime's drawings, but somehow, only the girl herself understood what the artwork meant.
Fearing that she may one day drive the sensei up the wall, Orihime sought out the help of Ishida Uryuu, in hopes that a down-to-earth person like him could help. As a result, they now both sat on the school's rooftop, watching the setting sun with paints and easels before them. The theme was "Red" - Orihime was inclined to just colour her whole easel red, but that probably wasn't it. And Ishida had suggested that they paint the view from Karakura High's rooftop during sunset. She didn't have a better idea, so there they were, palettes in their laps, Ishida showing Orihime how to mix paints.
Dabbling her paintbrush into her paints, Orihime wondered where to begin. As she stood pondering, Ishida began work on his own art. "Ah, got it!" She ran a whole line of paint from one corner of the easel to another, then stepped back, seemingly satisfied. Ishida had to work hard to stifle his laughter. He put down his palette, and stepped behind Orihime.
Since he was behind her, Ishida figured Orihime wouldn't see him blush. He reached one hand and gently grasped her hand which held the paintbrush. "Like this," he said, guiding her hand along the canvas, outlining and highlighting buildings that stood before them. Ishida could feel his heart beating very quickly. He had never really been this close to a girl before.
He slowly released Orihime's hand, and the girl started to squeal about how nice it looked and what a wonderful artist Ishida was. She turned to grin at him, and Ishida felt his face grow hot.
"Ne? Ishida-kun's face is all red!" Orihime laughed. "Perhaps I should paint you instead!"
And that was how, at the end of the week, Orihime handed up her art - finally, something the sensei could make sense of. Ishida never lived it down, and Kurosaki Ichigo made it a point to mention that embarrassing fact whenever he could. But now, Orihime's painting of a blushing Ishida hung on the wall in her room, and from the looks of things, it wasn't going anywhere any time soon.