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[berry_of_death]

Name(s): Ichigo, Orihime
Location: Hufflepuff Common Room
Week: 35
Time: Monday evening
Rating: I can't imagine it going above PG

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[halcyon_hime]

Orihime made sure she washed her face thoroughly, hoping it wouldn't be too obvious that she'd spent much of the day crying. She looked over at Strawberry-tan, sitting happily on her bed as he'd been for most of the day. She patted his ears and left him there. He'd be fine for a while longer.

She paused at the door, taking a breath to steady herself. If she burst into tears in front of everyone she'd only make them worry. She was going to be fine. With another deep breath, she set off down the stairs.

She stopped when she saw Ichigo at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for her. Looking up the stairs at her with that worried look on his face. "Ku-kurosaki-kun-" She began, suddenly unsure that this had been a good idea. The desire to run down the rest of the stairs and cry into his shoulder was almost overwhelming. But she couldn't.
She couldn't.

[halcyon_hime]

Orihime nodded, too emotionally exhausted to care where exactly Ichigo was leading her. (Not that she minded~ Orihime knew without a doubt that Ichigo would never let anything bad happen to a friend of his.) Sitting down sounded like a good idea anyway. Who would have know that crying all day could be so tiring?

She shouldn't be doing this, a thought popped into the back of Orihime's tired mind as they found a bench and sat. She shouldn't be getting this close to Ichigo, emotionally or physically. Orihime had realised long ago, after months of fruitlessly trying to get his attention, that Ichigo saw her only as nakama. And she had then decided that she would be happy being that to him. Being only that