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(For Debbie)

Sometimes Orihime's mind would
wander during class. She would feel her eyes close to half-mast, and
she could feel the weight of her chin in her hand.

She often thought about
lunchtime. She imagined the things she would talk about with her
friends. She had already thought of an ingenious way to goad
Rukia-san into spilling about what it was like to live with
Kurosaki-kun. She smiled as she wondered what kind of injuries
Chizuru would be willing to gain all for a hug from Orihime. Though,
she did squeeze a little too hard, and sometimes her hands wandered.
But Orihime knows that people show their friendship in many different
ways.

Her bento box was often a source
of entertainment for her bored mind. Tatsuki would be the only one
to try anything, but it made Orihime happy regardless. Today's
special was fried eel rice rolls with a blueberry dipping sauce, and
of course, her melon and chocolate drink that Ishida-kun had
introduced her to. Rukia-san had once suggested that Orihime bring
something for indigestion, but Orihime had yet to use the chalky
pills she'd bought. She was impressed with her cooking talents this
time. Maybe her friends would try it today.

Sometimes during her daydreams
her eyes would slide over to Kurosaki-kun. Usually, his orange head
was slowly descending upon the desk and drool was forming in the
corners of his mouth. She could understand why he was so tired all
the time. Hollows every night and homework must be a lot for one boy
to deal with. She felt a warmth in her heart as she imagined him in
his Shinigami uniform, wielding Zangetsu proudly. He was the
protector of Karakura Town, their knight in shining armour, so to
speak, and very few people knew. She silently thanked him on behalf
of the rest of the town for the thousandth time. She knew there was
some pleasure in his life though. A wicked grin crept across her
face. She knew the reward of protecting his town was more than
knowing his family and friends were safe. She had a sneaking
suspicion- if the look on his face whenever Rukia-san was around was
anything to go by- that he was plenty happy to skewer Hollows as long
as it meant he could go home to the petite Shinigami living in his
closet.

When his head finally hit the
desk and his mouth gaped open, her thoughts sometimes (more often
than not) would drift to Ishida-kun. A warmth would grow in her
heart for him as well, but it usually spread to other regions of her
body quickly. She would find herself trying to come up with reasons
to talk to him, Crafts Club, his Quincy-ness, his thoughts on food,
anything. It didn't use to be hard to talk to him until she saw the
way he looked at her in Soul Society when she'd come up with the idea
to take the uniforms of some Shinigami and go undercover. She'd
thought he was looking at her like she was crazy, but thinking back
on it, she'd caught him staring at her as they waited for a troop of
Shinigami to pass. His eyes wandered over her body and then he'd
abruptly blushed and shoved his glasses back up his nose. Back then
she passed it off, more worried about finding the others and saving
Rukia-san.

Ishida-kun was not afraid anymore
though. He met her eyes and held them until she was the one blushing
and turning away. The way he stared now, blatantly lustful and
unapologetic, caused her many a sleepless night. Images, fantasies,
kept her up thinking and playing, and giggling when she'd whisper his
given name into the shadows of her room. Her imagination thought up
a future where she was married to him and they went to Tanabata with
their children, Ryuuyu and Tsuyu (yes, she'd already picked out their
names). Mostly, her mind thought of much more naughty scenarios
about how they made the children.

“Uryuu...” She would
feel the heat creeping up her neck from the word slipping from her
lips in so familiar a way.

During one of her more vivid
daydreams, she had to excuse herself to the Girl's Room for fear that
she might slip and call his name in the middle of class!

Her thoughts of Ishida-kun ranged
from wondering about his relationship with his father, to what he was
going to do about University, to how he liked his fish cooked. She'd
asked him once if he was happy about not having his Quincy powers, if
it made him feel more normal. He'd sighed and glanced away, ashamed,
and told her it was without them that he felt abnormal. She'd sewn
him a Quincy star patch for his bookbag the following week and
slipped it in one of the pockets without telling him. He never said
anything, but the way he smiled at her from across the school yard
during lunch was his quiet way of telling her 'thank you.'

One particularly dull Algebra
lesson ended with Orihime's notes turning into a List of Things I
Like About Ishida-kun. She'd jotted down his proud silence, his
skill with a needle, his glasses, his smartness, and a few other
wholesome things before her list grew more adult-rated. She'd torn
the page out of her notes with such haste that she'd knocked her math
book on the floor and the whole class turned to stare at her. Ishida
had leaned over and handed the book to her, smiling warmly. She
uncrumpled the list when she got home and stuffed it under her
pillow, adding to it occasionally. She even added hearts and signed
her name Ishida Orihime.

Every now and then Orihime's mind
would wander so far that Tatsuki would have to nudge her back to
reality, reminding her that she needed to stay on top of her grades
since she'd missed all that time last summer.

Sometimes, as she stared at the
vast whiteness of Las Noches, she thanked the gods that she was still
able to daydream and prayed to whoever was listening that he was
going to be her very own Quincy in shining armour and take her away
from this place.
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