But, despite the leer in her eyes and the licking of her lips when Chizuru proudly proclaims this, she knows that the breasts are the least tantamount to her attraction to Orihime (although, admittedly, the fact she owns them is a plus point to the little lesbian). Obviously, they lack in size in comparison to the new transfer student's. But, Chizuru just doesn't feel her pulse racing every time she sees Rangiku pass.
Not like she feels it when she covers her mouth to giggle when Orihime trips over napkins or when Orihime smiles proudly, holding up a drawing bound to elicit a long-suffering groan from Tatsuki.
Her heart works at twice its speed when she sees the unbounded joy on Orihime's face after polishing off an oddly cute looking tapioca on rye sandwich with apples cut into the shape of kittens on the side.
She understands it when a pang touches her chest seeing Orihime frown at the empty seat where Ishida used to sit and in the helplessness she felt when Orihime herself went missing and came back, beaten and broken but as cheerful as ever.
But it feels the worst when Orihime's eyes turn, worriedly, on her. Chizuru takes a second before falling easily into character.
"Hime!" she cries, latching onto her princess like a leech. Perhaps it felt bad, knowing that Inoue only turned those longing, pensive eyes on dolts like Ishida and Ichigo who'd never quite understand. But, somewhere, deep within her dirty little soul, Chizuru knew that the feeling of her pulse racing, that warm delicious feeling that drove her over the top was more than worth it. That, and, she had to admit the feeling of Hime's tender breasts squishing lightly between her fingers.