This idea popped into my head while reading a hitsuhina blog… very good blog too…something on LJ. Soooo I don't wanna keep yammering on…reviews are great! I love reviews! Even if it's a flame, at least it's a form of criticism. Sorry if there are lots of mistakes! Hopefully my grammar doesn't suck too bad :P

I'm REALLY REALLY sorry if I accidentally slipped into 3rd person somewhere and didn't notice! The next chappie will be all 3rd person!

Alrighty then. I think I should get started. Please enjoy!

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Momo PoV

This weather was not my cup of tea. The cold but surprisingly bright sun lit up the freshly fallen snow that blanketed everything within miles. Everything was glaringly bright against my just-woken-up eyes. I could almost see the school above all the hibernating trees when I heard a couple more sets of feet crunching through the snow behind me. I'd been friends with them long enough to distinguish each of them by their gait.

Abarai Renji had a long, loping stride that went with his tall, thin build. Kurosaki Ichigo slouched so much he was almost bent double, so he crunched heavily through the snow. Yasutora Sado, or 'Chad', took 1 stride for every 2 of his friends'. Ayasegawa Yumichika walked like he was dancing, so he made hardly any noise. Yamada Hanatarou was meek, small, shy, and always nervous. He had to alternate between running and walking to keep up with all the others.

The footsteps came closer, and, as if on cue, "HEY SHORTSTUFF!" I hated that nickname. I admit to being short, but seriously? 5'1 isn't that short…

"So Peaches, been practicing for regionals at home?" Renji asked, grabbing me in a headlock.

I had to grin in spite of myself. He'd been calling me 'peaches' since we first met in, like, 1st grade. 9 years later, not much had changed between any of us. I guess you could call us jocks. We were all part of Sakuragaoka Academy, an academy for accelerated learning. Most of my friends, at least all the ones with me now, were, like me, here on the athletic scholarship. We all played Varsity soccer, obviously separate teams for gender reasons. I only knew one person with a double scholarship. My best friend in the whole wide world, Hitsugaya Toshiro. He had been offered an academic and athletic scholarships, and college scouts have had their eyes on him since 6th grade. He'd moved next door to me in 3rd grade. We'd pretty much been friends since. A few things had gone down since, but we were still great friends.

Before I knew it, my cluster of friends broke off down all the different hallways according to class. 'Great', I thought sardonically. 'I just love Algebra.' I hurriedly walked to math, taught by Ice King himself, Kurotsuchi Mayuri. Saying he hated me wasn't exactly accurate. See, he kind of hates children. Not really sure why he took the teaching job, but hey whatever floats his boat I guess.

I quickly slipped into my seat near the back. Unfortunately, I had this class alone. Everyone else was on fast track math. Kuro-sensei droned on about quadratic formulas and factoring while I attempted (in vain) to take accurate notes. I couldn't be happier when the bell rang, dismissing me to science. Science had the potential to be worse than math, but, fortunately, I had this class with Chad, berry boy, and Matsumoto Rangiku. I flew into my seat, right as the bell rang. Ran-chan beamed happily and immediately started scribbling a game of hangman on the corner of her paper. Science was very uneventful, and, thank the lord, English was next.

English…my teacher, Ichimaru Gin was slightly creepy, but he was ok. It was the student teacher. Aizen Sousuke was one of the nicest men I've ever met. He's reaaalllyy good looking too! Whenever I see him, my face lights up like a Christmas tree, but he seems to maybe return my feelings a little? He kept catching my eye and winking or smiling. I shivered, thinking about those deep, kind eyes on me. And it wasn't creepy at all, seeing as he was only 3 years older than me! I know I shouldn't get my hopes up. Aizen liking me was far too good to be true, as expressed by my friends. They think he's a no-good troublemaker seducing high school girls. I don't understand why they hate him so much!

I sat in the very front in English, and I studied extra hard so I could answer all the questions Aizen-sensei asked. I hoped displaying some participation and effort would make him like me more. Class rushed by, as usual, and I knew every answer to the worksheet on Lord of the Flies. I didn't really like the book. It was so violent and crude! But it did express survival of the fittest, which, I had to admit, was an important life skill. As I was gathering my things for the next class, Aizen-sensei bent down to pick up a pencil I had drop on accident.

"Here, Hinamori-chan, you dropped this," he smiled gently, and her insides melted.

"T-thank you, Aizen-sensei! You didn't have to pick it up for me…"

Aizen waved off the apology. Then he asked me a question that would change my life. "Hinamori-chan, are you busy after school? I'd like it very much if you could meet me at the tea shop around the corner today."

I could feel the my face heating up to extraordinary temperatures. "S-sure! That would be fine! My mom is out of town for this month so I don't have a curfew!"

He chuckled softly, then patted my shoulder gently as I turned to leave. My face was still a bazillion degrees and it felt like it was going to be that way for a while. 'Did he just ask me out?' the question swimming around in my head. I had history with Toshiro, Rukia, Chad, and Renji. Shiro acknowledged her presence with a small nod, his silver white hair dripping. He had P.E. right before history so I assumed it was snow. I love P.E. when its snowy. The whole class makes snow forts outside. It's super fun! He glanced over, noticing the trance that was all too common nowadays. He snorted, knowing full well the cause of her dreamlike state.

"Did Aizen pick your pencil up for you again, bed-wetter?" The sharpness in his tone was slightly softened by the underlying amusement, but she still snapped her head towards him.

"Yes, he did…and also…" I trailed off. He gave a little movement with his hand, telling me to continue. I sighed dreamily. "I think… I think Aizen-sensei asked me out, Shiro."

He choked on air. Of all my friends, Shiro's disapproval of my infatuation with Aizen was the strongest. He didn't even complain like he usually did about the nickname. "You have got to be joking," he half-yelled, teal eyes wide in shock. "That man is unsafe!"

I ignored him, tired of all the disapproval. If he was unsafe, I would have noticed by now. I was going to the tea shop and no one, not even Chad and all his hugeness, could stop me.

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AFTER SCHOOL

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I rushed out of the school gates as quickly as possible. I knew where this tea shop was; I was a regular on icy days like these. Rounding the corner, I saw the traditional-style shop. I quickly stepped into the cozy entranceway, stomping to get snow off my shoes. Then I removed my shoes and grabbed a pair of slippers in a 5. I found my usual table near the back, but stopped short when I saw Aizen already sitting there. I felt my face heating up already. As I slowly approached my table, Aizen-sensei looked up from the book he had been reading. He smiled a slow, warm, made-me-melt smile. My face burned almost painfully. He stood up and pulled my chair out for me. 'A gentleman like this can't be dangerous,' I thought happily, smiling at him. 'I'm going to prove them wrong.'

"So, Hinamori-chan, I hear your friends disapprove of me," he asked. Sounding slightly amused.

"They say you're dangerous, but I don't believe a word of it, Aizen-sensei!" I was alarmed. What if this will make him think I'm two-faced, deceitful, or dishonest?

He raised his chin a little, giving me an appraising once-over. I blushed even harder.

"I know, Momo," he said kindly, using my first name, making me shiver with delight. "You're a very loyal, kind, sweet girl. That's why I would like you with me. Many women these days are cold, cruel, and fake. You are my ideal image of a woman."

I could feel my eyes expanding to approximately the size of dinner plates. He kept talking in the same low, even, honey-smooth voice.

"So, if it is possible, would you please go out with me?"

I nearly fainted on the spot. "O-o-of course! I would like nothing more than to be with you!" I was frantic with happiness. I had a permanent grin stretched over my face. He smiled warmly, something else flashed in his eyes, but I was too happy to care. He stood up.

"Excellent! Well, Momo-chan, I should take you home. I know you have homework, like my English paper. I expect it to be above and beyond like usual," he took my hand, and pulled me to my feet. I squeaked in surprise at the feel of his big, warm hands on mine. We changed shoes, then exited the warm shop and back into the snow.

I was beyond ecstatic. We held hands the whole way to my house. Somehow, he knew my address, but I didn't question it. The worst part of my day was when we reached my door, and he insisted on getting back home himself instead of coming in. So we parted ways after he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, which left me speechless.

I stood there like a beached whale, opening and closing my mouth as he walked away through the snow. When he was out of site, the biggest smile I've ever smiled split my face. This was easily the best day of my life.