A/N: Tomorrow is Mizuiro's birthday (Thank you for reminding me, Rish!), so I decided to write him a little drabble. Keep in mind that I had no planning at all for this, so we'll have to see how it goes, eh?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach and I make no profit from this.
Mizuiro sat on the edge of a table, before class. Keigo was screaming and clinging to Ichigo, who was more than a little irritated, and the rest of the class was chattering excitedly. But Mizuiro's eyes lay buried beneath heavy lids. She hadn't called, why hadn't she called? He hadn't gotten any sleep because of it, and now he was exhausted and stressed out. Today would not be a good day.
In his pocket, his phone went off. It was on vibrate of course; couldn't have the teacher confiscating it. He flipped it open to read the text, and was unpleasantly surprised.
"It's over." Was all the text read. Mizuiro couldn't help but flinch, it had only been three weeks worth of dating and she was breaking up with him like all the others? What could he possibly be doing wrong?
Orihime walked over to him slowly. "Are you alright?" She asked, a gentle smile on her face. "You seem a little... down."
"Fine, thank you for asking." Mizuiro put up his walls - and a smile - immediately, no sense in letting Orihime see that he was hurting.
"Can I sit with you today?" Orihime smiled a little more and- was she blushing? "Tatsuki is out sick."
"If you want." Mizuiro moved to a chair so Orihime didn't have to sit behind him. "Will she be alright?" Idle chitchat is the best medicine, he told himself, keep talking.
"It's a cold. I'm going to her house after school to check on her." Orihime gave him a bright smile. "Would you like to come with me?"
"No, thank you." Mizuiro glanced at his phone again. "Orihime, why would you dump a guy?"
Orihime blinked for a long moment. "If it wouldn't work out in the long run, I guess. Or... if he was hurting me." She looked at him oddly. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason." Mizuiro turned his phone off and tucked it away. If it wouldn't work out in the long run... Mizuiro thought to himself. His women were too old for him, anyhow.
Looking at Orihime, he wondered how he had never seen that girls his own age could be just as fun and interesting.
A/N: Just a little drabble I wanted to do for Mizuiro's birthday tomorrow. It's not much, but it's what I could handle. What'd you think?
