I just realized that I don't have that many Ichihime stories...so... I threw this together...
She would say she was a patient person, if you asked her.
Sitting in class, Orihime tapped her pencil against the edge of her desk. She was supposed the be answering the questions on the test in front of her, but at this moment, her thoughts were elsewhere.
She raised her eyes and glanced across the room to the subject of her thoughts and object of her affection. A certain orange haired boy sat hunched over his desk, frantically erasing whatever he had just written down. Scowling at the mess in front of him, he ran his hand through his messy hair in frustration.
Orihime stiffled a giggle.
She knew it wasn't very nice to laugh when he was so obviously having a hard time, but she just found him so amusing.
Feeling a grin spread across her face, she watched as Ichigo began writing again, uncharicteristcly sticking his tounge out in concentration.
Maybe today would be the day. Maybe she would just wait for him after school and ask him to help her with something, anything! They would get to talking... they would laugh... and she would proclaim her affections...
Orihime snapped out of her reveries when she locked eyes with Ichigo. His chocolate brown eyes clashed with her own and she felt a jolt gfo through her. Blushing lightly, she whipped her eyes back to the test infront of her.
Maybe she would wait until tommorow. After all, patience is one of her best qualities.
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