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RoadTrip - Scribble
It had been a field trip day for class 1-3.
The bus was crowded and noisy.
The pupils chattered lively and the teachers had to constantly beg for the children to remain seated.
The students obliged, though rarely retook their former seat.
Thus a certain situation was created.
The situation was muchly satisfactory as far as a certain Arisawa Tatsuki and a certain Sado Yasutora were concerned.
As far as certain Kuchiki Rukia, Ishida Uryuu and Honsho Chizuru were concerned, it was dissatisfactory to down right disturbing.
And as far as the two people actively involved in the situation were concerned?
Said victims of the seat-switching plot, a certain orange haired Kurosaki Ichigo and a certain redheaded Inoue Orihime were, to say the least…
Bashful.
He had remained in his seat next to the window.
She was forced into the seat next to him by her alleged best friend once his best friend had decided to switch places.
He had offered her to switch.
She refused, waving her arms before her.
They both fell silent.
The ride went on uneventfully and the two could only continue their well known dance –
She'd try to speak to him.
He'd reply in a way which allowed no further discussion, simply because it was mostly a 'no' to her asking whether he was interested in something she herself was.
She'd try again after a few moments of silence she felt was awkward.
He did his best to hide the fact she was disturbing his attempts at falling asleep, not wanting to hurt the feelings of one he had came to acknowledge as a near and dear person.
After a while though she had reached the subject she saved as backup and asked him about martial arts.
That had led to a short monologue by him about his time with said Arisawa Tatsuki at the dojo and how he had since stopped partaking in official fights.
She let the silence that fell after that slide, as it no longer felt awkward.
His voice still echoing in her ears made it feel that way, if only to her herself.
He felt as though sleeping through the silence he now found comfortable was a waste.
She thought otherwise.
He merely blinked as he felt her lean against him, and it took less than a second for him to realize how steady and soft her breathing had became, and how that drool mark was slowly making its way down her chin.
She moved not when he gently pushed her head upwards and placed a tissue between her face and his sleeve, making sure neither got it on their clothes.
He had then returned to staring out the window, cheeks slightly reddened and the feeling many pairs of eyes were on the back of his neck eating away at his very being.
Said Arisawa Tatsuki and Sado Yasutora high-fived each other from their seats two rows back and a column to the left.
Said Kuchiki Rukia and Ishida Uryuu pondered this most recent turn of events in silence, each gazing out their windows, seated by turns of fate and mischief – alone.
And Said Honsho Chizuru?
Well…
Let's only say that if you happened to be called Ogawa Michiru and sat next to her…
You had your ear rented off even before you reached the next meal-break.