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The Blind Date	By : yaoiismyantidrug Category: Bleach > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 99 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Week One: For You To Notice

But for now I'll look so longingly
Waiting for you to want me, for you to need me
For you to notice me

Chad pauses a few feet from the entrance to Benni’s. Looking at his reflection in the window, he runs his fingers through his wavy, wind-tousled hair. Nervous. He hasn’t been on a date in over a year, and never a blind date. But his friend insisted he’d like the guy—”He’s really cute!” she’d said with a grin. “You’ll want to just eat him up, you’ll see!”—so he’d decided to give it a chance.
If he doesn’t enjoy himself, nothing says he has to go on another date with this stranger.
He studies his reflection for a few seconds. Too tall, too broad, too dark, too foreign. Usually, he is at peace with his appearance, even likes it. But that’s when he isn’t expecting to display himself for a first impression to some incredibly cute guy, who is probably expecting a “normal” date.
He breathes out hard through his nose, gives himself a wry smile, and brushes his hair down one more time. Then he heads for the door.
Chad walks into the pub and looks around for a booth. He’s almost ten minutes early, and wants to have a good view of the door, so he can see when the “dark-haired guy in the light blue turtleneck and white jacket” enters. His eyes scan to the right, then to the left. Quickly dart back to the right.
Ishida Uryuu. Wearing a sky-blue turtleneck sweater and white peacoat. Is sitting in a booth, watching the door. His eyes go almost comically wide as they zero in on Chad’s thin olive sweater. Then he meets Chad’s eyes, still looking a little shell-shocked, and gives him a faint, nervous smile. The fingers on Uryuu’s left hand drum a quick pattern on the tabletop.
Chad gives him a genuine smile and walks forward, his own nerves eased. No new person who might potentially slide into his life. No need to impress an attractive stranger.
Though… Uryuu really isn’t bad-looking, is he? Chad hasn’t seen him in a couple of years—the campus is huge, and they’re both studying different disciplines—and his features have grown more mature, more handsome in that time. His black hair still looks thick and silky, and his stylish glasses look brand new.
“I’m not late, am I?” Chad asks, sliding into the booth across from Uryuu.
“No, no, I’ve only been here for about ten minutes.”
Of course Uryuu would show up twenty minutes early to a date.
A waiter is suddenly at the side of the table to get their drink orders, and Chad wonders why Uryuu would choose a non-alcoholic beverage at a pub.
“So,” Uryuu says, flipping open the laminated menu the waiter had brought, “You’re my date. She was right; you are tall, dark and handsome.” Uryuu gives Chad a smile, still a touch nervous.
Chad laughs quietly. “Is that how she described me.”
Meeting Chad’s eyes again, Uryuu nods. “That, and smart. That was her selling point. Correct on all points, it seems. So, how did your friend get you to go on this date?”
Chad’s smile widens. “She said you were really cute.”
Uryuu’s eyebrows shoot up, so Chad continues, deadpan. “Said I’d want to just eat you up.”
Uryuu lets loose a genuine, surprised laugh, the corners of his blue eyes crinkling up, the apples of his cheeks filling out, his face losing that angular quality. Chad smiles. He really is cute when he’s laughing.
They both sober up quickly when the waiter returns with their drinks. He takes their orders—a cheeseburger and fries for Chad, and “I’ll have the same, thank you,” for Uryuu—and he’s gone again.
“Efficient, isn’t he?” Uryuu asks, cocking an eyebrow.
Chad shrugs one shoulder. “American-style pubs stay busy,” he says. “Probably have to get customers in and out as quickly as they can.”
“That makes sense,” Uryuu says, sticking his straw into his glass of cola. He takes a sip, smiles a little, and says, “I like American-style restaurants. I should frequent them more often.”
“There’s a good one on Shinobusho. Dewar’s.”
“Thanks,” Uryuu says. “I’ll have to try them out sometime.”
They chat lightly about university life and their courses, with Uryuu doing most of the speaking. Comfortable silences pepper their conversation, and Chad is glad for them. More silence accompanies the food when it comes, aside from Uryuu’s smiling, “This is good.” Chad just nods and gives him a close-lipped smile back, his mouth full of fries.
Uryuu leaves nearly half of his burger on the plate when he pushes it aside. It’s tempting, but Chad decides not to ask for it. They chat a little more, this time staying carefully neutral about roommates.
When the check comes, they both reach for it. Uryuu gets there first. Only the barest fraction of a second later, Chad’s hand covers his, and Uryuu jerks his hand back, face going pink.
Interesting.
“I’ve got it,” Chad says. Uryuu nods, swallows.

It’s a few refreshing degrees cooler when they exit the pub, and Uryuu wraps his coat closer around his body. They take a few steps in the direction of the school, then Uryuu stops. He looks up at Chad.
“I, ah… “ he says.
Chad looks at Uryuu with interest. From Chad’s memories of him, it’s not like him to hesitate; usually he’s direct and succinct, even short at times. Except when he’s being verbose. Now, though, the seconds tick by, and he’s just being quiet.
“Yes?” Chad asks.
“I wouldn’t mind seeing you again. Going somewhere with you. You know.” Uryuu’s cheeks and ears are going pink, and Chad doesn’t mean to make him squirm, but he’s fascinated by the muscle in Uryuu’s jaw that clenches and relaxes, clenches and relaxes.
“Okay,” Chad finally says, after what he realizes is too long.
“I don’t get out much, you see… Oh.” Uryuu’s tense shoulders lower an inch or two. “Okay,” he says, with a little smile.
Chad waits a few more seconds and watches Uryuu fidget with the buttons of his coat. He’s never seen Uryuu this flustered. Chad thinks that if he waits for Uryuu to decide on the plans, they could be there all night. And while he does like Uryuu—likes him a little better after tonight, especially after this endearing little display of nerves—he doesn’t want to spend all night here on the sidewalk with him. So he says, “Do you want to meet me at the Starplex next Friday? Blue Vision 2 is playing at 7:30.”
Uryuu’s smile softens, and his shoulders relax. He lets his hands fall to his sides. “Yes, I’d like that.”
“Okay.”
Without another word, they turn toward the university again and begin walking. In his peripheral vision, Chad can see Uryuu glance up at him now and then. They step to one side to allow an approaching couple to pass. Chad’s elbow bumps into Uryuu’s upper arm, and he can almost feel Uryuu trying not to look up at him again. So he looks down.
That same pink flush is darkening Uryuu’s cheeks, visible even under sparse streetlights.
So Uryuu… likes him. That’s interesting, and unexpected. He supposes he likes Uryuu back, at least a little; he’s always admired him for many qualities, but has never seen him as a romantic option.
But now they’ve got a second date planned. And Chad’s not averse to seeing if any romantic sparks develop between the two of them. Uryuu’s a great guy, by any standards, and besides, he… really is cute.
It’s only another two minutes before they reach the dorms, passed without speaking, and it’s nice to be able to share comfortable silences with someone. Surely Uryuu remembers that about him from years ago.
Chad’s dorm comes up first. He slows to a stop, and Uryuu stops with him.
“I had a good time tonight, Sado,” Uryuu says, and Chad raises an eyebrow at the formality. Then Uryuu holds his hand out to shake, and a smile stretches Chad’s lips. Ishida Uryuu. Ends his dates with a handshake. Of course.
Uryuu’s hand is cold when Chad wraps his fingers around it. His grip is firm. His cheeks are, once again, pink.
“Call me Chad,” Chad says, then he relinquishes Uryuu’s grip. “Good night, Uryuu.”
Uryuu seems to be suppressing a smile. “Good night,” he says, turning smartly on his heel, heading for his own dorm.
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“Hey, Chad,” Ichigo greets him over the phone.
“Hey.”
“What’s up?” Ichigo asks, speaking with a mouth full of food.
“Did you ever get close to Uryuu?”
“Who, Ishida?”
“Yeah.”
Chad can hear Ichigo swallowing, then he says, “Not really. After everything went down, we kind of… went our separate ways. Back to our old lives.”
“Okay.”
Ichigo takes another bite, an even bigger one, by the sound of it. “Why?” he asks around his mouthful.
“I… ran into him tonight.”
Ichigo swallows audibly again. He’s more serious when he says, “Don’t tell me you’ve got a crush on the Quincy.”
“I don’t think so,” Chad says, shrugging though there is no one to see him.
“Fine,” Ichigo says. Chad can hear the smile in his voice. “But you know you could tell me if you did, right?”
“I know,” Chad answers.
They chat for a few more minutes, Ichigo shouldering most of the conversational burden. Their status quo. When they go to say their goodbyes, Ichigo has one more thing to add.
“And Chad?”
“Mm-hmm?”
“Tell Ishida I’ll beat his ass if he breaks your heart.”
Chad lets out a brief laugh. “I won’t.”
“Fine. Talk to you soon,” Ichigo says.
Chad hangs up.

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A/N: Lyrics and songs: are basically from Uryuu’s POV. Some of them are just here for a few lines or a feeling, and some are for the whole damn thing :)
Thanks to pickleweasel for giving me a thumbs-up on a snippet, and big thanks to struck3xbylightning for doing an excellent job beta-reading :D And thank YOU for reading! I hope you’ll enjoy this fic!
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