Wow! A non-Harry Potter fic!
Ishida/Orihime is just one of many pairings I want to write fics for, but my muses are fickle :(
Ah well...
Bleach, Ishida Uryuu and Inoue Orihime are the property of Kubo Tite.
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What is love?
Love isn't grand gestures and risking it all. Love isn't battling off all the odds. Love isn't flowers and chocolates on Valentines' Day.
Love is coming downstairs in the morning to find her sitting at the table in a too-big t-shirt finishing off the last of the cornflakes with a guilty look on her face, but not caring because she's just so beautiful.
Love is him taking your hand shyly as you walk down the street in the dark, the streetlamps reflecting off his glasses, the ghost of a smile flickering on his lips.
Love is holding her awkwardly in your arms as she kisses you suddenly and feelings you never knew you had stir inside you.
Love is him blushing as he hands you the doll he made for you, and looking at the work, and at his eyes, and smiling.
Love is stroking her red-blonde hair gently as she drifts off on your shoulder, and almost jumping out of your skin when she lets out a sudden snore.
Love is him pushing his glasses up his nose and trying not to look embarrassed when your friend opens the door of the supply closet to find you kissing.
Love is watching her sleep and remembering the days she wasn't yours, and knowing that now she always will be.
Love is seeing the boy you obsessed over kissing his girlfriend in the corridor, and not caring, because he's got a nervous arm around your shoulders and a touch is enough.
Love is sitting with her next to the river, trying to find a way of tactfully refusing to eat the lunch she's made for you.
Love is feeling a kiss on the back of your neck, and turning, and kissing him properly, hands tangled in his sleek black hair.
Love is the moments you spend together.
Love is the feeling that they'll always kiss away your tears.
Love is knowing you'll never fall apart.
Love is the frozen images between the seconds, which are over in a flash but will last a lifetime.
Love is always happening. Look around you. Can't you feel it?