Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any related characters. I always thought that this would be an interesting couple, y'know?
Chūmoku Watashi
Notice Me
Ishida/Tatsuki
She didn't know when she first noticed him. She supposed that she had always known that he was there; just her attention had never fallen directly on him. At least, not until he started talking to Ichigo more. That grabbed her attention. Yes, she knew who he was, what club he was in, all of the basics, but Tatsuki didn't know any more than that. She really didn't need to. All the vitals were known, so she was good.
But not now. Now she wanted to know more. More and more often in class, her gaze would rest on him. In a strange, greasy-haired, glasses look, he was really good looking. And he really didn't have greasy hair… he just used a lot of gel. "Hey," Orihime leaned across the aisle to talk to her, "What are you looking at?"
"Nothing," Tatsuki shook her head. She wasn't looking at anything. After all, she didn't know Ishida. He was just a classmate. He was nothing.
For some reason, that seemed to catch the smart boy's attention. He glanced back at them. Orihime waved a hello while Tatsuki flushed, although she tried to convince herself it was with anger. What was he doing looking back at them? He had no right? The teen swiftly turned away and back to reading his book, glaring at Ichigo. It was a strange combination.
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Days followed in a similar fashion. Tatsuki's gaze would be drawn to Ishida, Orihime would ask her something, she would reply, and Ishida would look back. Finally she was sick of it. During lunch, she marched up to him and toward over him (as he was sitting in the grass below a tree, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
He looked up in surprise and pushed his glasses farther back up his nose. He was such a geek, "What do you mean?"
"Stop looking back at Orihime everyday!"
"That won't be a problem," he smirked and went back to his lunch.
She kicked him. Hard. "What do you mean?"
Ishida smirked, although his side was in slight pain, "I'm not looking at Orihime."
"Then who are you looking at," she asked, out of general curiosity. At least, that's what she told herself.
"You."
The world seemed to stop moving. Quietly, she breathed out, "Me?" No boy had ever said that to her. They were all too busy looking at the prettier girls in the class to even glance at the tomboy.
"Yes, you. Sit down," he ordered. She did as he told her. They ate lunch in silence. Then, they walked to class, again in silence. Just, it was different. He grabbed her hand and held it as they walked. The tomboy and the geek. It was a match made in heaven.