So... this is my first fanfic. Please don't flame!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
Hinamori awoke with a start. "Another dream of the past…" she murmured to herself. She shut her eyes tightly and wiped the sweat from her forehead while trying to make the dire dream disappear.
Her efforts were futile, so she sighed and rolled out of bed. It was time to get ready for another dull day at college. Hinamori was majoring in forensics, although she really didn't care what she majored in. Because of the new semester, she had to re-schedule some of her classes to fit the new ones in. Today was her first day with a new class.
Hinamori walked into the class and picked an empty seat away from most people. She was fifteen minutes early for class. She sighed and took out her notebook. As she started to doodle, a shock of white caught her eyes. Sitting a few feet next to her was a white spiky haired boy with the most beautiful emerald eyes she had ever seen. He wore a stoic expression and was dressed in black pants with a white shirt pushed up to his elbows. His forearm was surprisingly hard and muscular beneath his skin.
Not wanting to stare, Hinamori quickly turned back to her doodles. Soon the professor entered the classroom. He immediately launched into a boring monotonous lecture.
Hitsugaya groaned internally. The professor was just lecturing on information he already knew. Suddenly, he felt a presence a few feet away from him. He looked to his side and saw a girl with dark hair and seemingly unhappy eyes. She was gazing out the window and seemed like she was lost in her own world. As if she sensed him watching her, she turned her head and faced him, yet did not make direct eye contact. He was met with a startlingly pretty face. Then, he realized that she had only turned her head in his direction so that she could read the time on the clock above him.
Hinamori let out a heavy sigh realizing she had another two hours of the professor's endless lecture. She didn't have a particular interest in her major, but she needed a job that would earn her a lot of money. She was relatively poor and owed a lot of debts. There was no family to help support her because they were either dead or hated her.
Finally, the bell rang. As Hinamori started to pack up her belongings, she noticed the white-haired boy race out of the classroom. At the same time, she felt a light tap on her shoulder. She turned around and was met with a familiar face.