Flashback
Jumping in front of the black sedan, you use your body from letting it leave. As you glance down at the beautiful, sleek car, you see your reflection. Never had you looked so stupid.
The back door of the car opens and out walks the one man who you've always wanted by your side.
Out of old habit, he runs his hand through his sleek, blue hair.
Running to him, you slam your thin, undeveloped body into his tall, mature frame.
"I love you, Grimmjow! Please don't leave," you cry out, as you look up into his hard gaze.
He sighs out in frustration as he places his hand on your head, rubbing it softly. Just like anyone would to console a younger child. This act causes a tear in your chest.
"[Y/n]. Ya' do see what's wrong here, right?"
"There isn't any-"
"You're 16. I'm 19. There's a 3 year difference."
"S-So? When you're 21, I'll be 18! It'll be perfectly nor-"
Grimmjow shakes his head in disapproval as he once again runs his hand through his hair.
"There's also the maturity level. I've been with other women and done some stuff. You're still a kid," he says, his voice true and painful. You cringe at the word "kid".
"But I love you," you whimper softly.
"Sorry kiddo, it ain't gonna happen."
With that, Grimmjow gives you a kiss on the forehead, before entering back into his car. As he drives past you, the unspoken words between you two were "childish" with that pathetic kiss on the forehead.
As you stand still in the middle of the street, you look up into the grey sky. The comforting effect of the rain would make it's way, washing away every feeling you've ever had for that man.
As you stand there like a statue, you make a vow to yourself that by the last year of your high school life, you'd be a beautiful, mature woman. A woman that would make any man regret leaving you.
Present Day
9:15 AM
Walking into the girls changing room, you are met with a numerous amount of "hello's" and greetings from your friends.
As you begin to strip for P.E, you can't help but notice Orihime staring at your half naked body.
"Is something the matter?" you ask, as you pull down your shirt, with Karakura High's crest delicately imprinted in the corner. You mess up your silky, [h/c] hair in the process.
"How do you stay so skinny?" she asks, her eyes growing wide with envy. Suddenly, you have the eyes of just about every girl in the room on you. Well except Rukia. She was the skinniest one here.
"Heh, I'm really not…that thin," you slowly say, as the girls in the locker room immediately begin to say otherwise.
"N-No really! Remember how I was in middle school!" you quickly blurt out.
This turns the attention the other way and immediately the girls begin to talk about their own body issues. It was true, back in middle school you were overweight. It was around 16 when you started to make a mad dash towards being thin. Back then, it had all made perfect sense as to why you wished to be thin. All for him. But then you realized how true his words were when he himself said that you were still a kid. A kid looking desperately for love. Now as you look at yourself in the mirror, you are slightly content with how you look. You wear minimal make up because of the toll it takes on your skin. Your eyes are already large and bright, your [h/c] hair is soft and luscious. But what made you cringe was your body. Yes you were tall and thin, but you wished to be like Orihime. Who was thin, but very curvaceous. It didn't help matters when you had grown ill last week and miraculously lost a staggering 10 pounds. You didn't care about being thin anymore because he didn't matter anymore. He was nothing but the past. You were living in the present, no longer could you wait for un requited feelings.
As you begin tying your shoe laces, you think of asking Rukia and Orihime if they want to get some burgers after school. Yes, that would be a quick way of fattening up. You'd be happy if you were just normal like all the other girls.
"[Y/n]! Hurry up!" yells Rukia, as she begins to tie her short, raven coloured locks into a low pony.
"C-Coming!"
As you two enter the baseball diamond, you're met with the rest of the girls and the boys class. Apparently we were having a match today.
"[Y/n]!" yells an infamous voice from behind. As soon as you turn around, you're met with Keigo's body on the ground, motionless from Ichigo's punch.
"Ichigo," you pester, as you kneel down towards the perv. Grabbing a nearby twig, you poke his body to life.
"Did ya' guys hear?" says Renji, as he walks by towards the little group.
"Hear what?" asks Rukia.
"Apparently last years P.E teacher was forced to retire. So they brought in some-"
"Is it a women? G'ah, a real women. I bet her breasts are so-"
This time, Tatsuki is the one to put Keigo to the ground.
"Pervert," she mutters, as she rubs the back of her neck in annoyance.
This time, blood begins to trickle from his nose.
Rolling your eyes, you help Keigo up as it was your turn to take him to the nurse.
"Tell the teacher where I am," you say to the group, as you begin trudging back into the school.
'When will Keigo learn?' you ask yourself, as you look at the unconscious man on your arms. It was perfectly fine voicing your…admiration for someone but openly speaking about a women's…body was just something you'd keep to yourself.
Entering the nurses office, you're met with Ms. Unohana.
"Again?" she says softly, as she has you place him onto the bed.
"Yes. I just hope he doesn't have a concussion. He received both Ichigo and Tatsuki in the span of a minute."
"My, my. Well, we'll watch over him from here. It looks like you are attending P.E right now, you better get going. I hear the new teacher is very…strict," she says, her voice trailing off.
Great. The last teacher you had was very old and tired most of the time. So he mainly let us play our own games and such. Of course you went to the gym every other day but never did you do long distance running. What a painful year this would become.
"Oh, I see."
"Here, take this note just in case," she says, as she quickly begins to scribble a few words on a yellow pad.
As she hands you the note, she thanks you for bringing in Keigo.
Quickly walking down the hall, you make your way back to the baseball diamond. There, you are met with everyone doing laps around the field. Fantastic.
In front of you stands a tall man, his back turned towards you. He wears a black sweatshirt with the number six heavily printed onto the back in a bright blue. His bottoms consisted of black short and black runners to match. Well, at least he had style. Tying your hair in a high pony tail, you begin walking towards the new teacher.
"Ah, excuse me. I just came back from taking a classmate to the nurses office," you say quietly, as you tighten the knot of your hair.
The teacher turns around, yanking the hood off of his head. You are met with a familiar pair of bright, blue intoxicated eyes. With matching hair to add.
You stand there, your feet rooted to the ground. It's a rush of emotions. A rush of insecurities all making their way back. You have to grip your arm to stop yourself from shaking.
"What's yer' name?" he barks out, as he pulls up his clipboard with the class list.
H-He didn't recognize you? Well how could he? In the span of two years you managed to grow, slim down and not to mention you stopped dying your hair and had finally managed to get it back to the same, deep [h/c] colour it used to be.
As your heart rate quickens, you realize that there was no way you could tell him your real name. Quickly you begin to scan all the girls in your class. You pray that someone had decided to skip or had fallen ill and stayed home. And to your luck, there was.
"My name is…Chizuru Honsho," you croak out, your eyes averting his gaze.
"Honsho," he says, as he goes down the list. Checking off your "name", he orders you to do 3, full laps. Without any complaints, you run from him quickly, joining the others.
After the 3 laps, most of the girls, besides Tatsuki and Rukia of course are all out of breath. All the boys seem to be perfectly fine.
"He must really hate us," puffs out Orihime, holding her sides.
"Something like that," you mutter, rubbing your forehead dry.
"All right. My name's Mr. Jeagerjaques, I'd prefer if ya' called me Grimmjow. I'm the P.E teacher now. I'm not like the old man from last year so ya' better brace yourselves. Now, we're starting off with baseball. Get yourselves into partners and begin throwing the ball back and forth. And oh, I want the partners mixed up. No girl and girl and boy n' boy shit goin' on, alright?" he yells, his eyes deathly and sharp.
In unison we all agree and immediately disperse.
"Ren-"
"I'm with Rukia. Sorry, [y/n]."
"Chad!"
"I'm with Orihime."
"Ichi-"
"Sorry, I'm with Tatsuki," he says, as he rubs the back of his orange coloured locks.
"No, that's fine," you say, as you give him a smile. You watch his cheeks flush pink before you quickly begin to scramble for a partner.
You're left in the corner all gloomily, as you realize you're the odd one left without a partner.
"No partner?" says the voice you once fell in love with.
"No."
"Tch, guess I'll be it then. Go grab a ball and mitt for yourself," he orders, as he begins to pull his sweatshirt off. You can't help but notice the shirt he wears underneath begin to ride up as well, revealing his wonderfully sculpted body.
"Chizuru?"
"Chizuru?"
"Dumbass!" yells Grimmjow, his face nearly inches away from yours. Stumbling backwards, you catch yourself from falling.
"What did I say? Go!"
Frightened, you quickly run to grab a mitt and ball.
"There, there," consoles Rukia, as she rubs your back affectionately.
"Waaah!" you cry out helplessly, as you slowly reach for a ball.
"Well you can't help but admire his looks, right [y/n]?" says Orihime, as she walks by.
You fall into the pit of baseball gloves, shocked at Orihime's sudden words.
"[Y/n], are you alright?" asks a worried Orihime.
"Idiot! You were never this clumsy," says Rukia, as she helps you up.
"P-Please, one of you. Switch partners with me," you plead, as you grovel at their feet.
"I will," says a friendly voice.
Looking up, you give Tatsuki a well deserved hug.
"Thank you, Tatsuki."
"It's about time someone put this arrogant guy to test," she says, as she pulls out her own, hand crafted, custom made bat. You all marvel as to how cool and athletic she really was.
Grabbing the supplies, you walk over towards Ichigo who was in the middle of an argument with Renji. Well, what else was new?
Grabbing Ichigo's sleeve, you tear him away from the other hot headed male.
The two of you begin tossing the ball back and forth. You were fine at pitching and what not, just holding a bat was a greater difficulty in itself.
Suddenly, a ball rolls towards Ichigo, stopping by his feet.
"Hey dandelion kid, can ya' pass that over?!" yells Grimmjow. You see Ichigo's eyebrow twitch in annoyance.
As he grabs the ball, you see him ready to just casually toss it over. But instead, you remember what Tatsuki had said before. 'It's about time someone put this arrogant guy to test.' Let's just see how much Grimmjow can handle. Tossing the ball from hand to hand, you get right into the stance. As you propel forward, you place all your strength into this one throw. And as you let go of the ball, all of you watch as it races towards Grimmjow's face. Fortunate for him, his cat like reflexes cause him to dodge it just in time. But as it flies over him, you watch in horror as it nails a happy go lucky Keigo right in his…manhood.