To Love You Every Day
This came to me while I was scrolling on tumblr. Ichihime is canon and I can't get over it :).
It is a glimpse into the everyday life of our favourite red heads. This is probably going to be a series of drabbles filled with fluff for the most part, to satisfy the hunger of hungry shippers, like myself.
R&R, English is not my first language so I'm sorry if I made any kind of mistake (please do point them out) and constructive criticism is appreciated ;).
Disclamer: I don't own Bleach, and I'm glad Kubo does because he made Ichihime happen :)
- Home.
Orihime had never really looked forward to coming home at the end of her day. Not since the death of her brother at least. Returning home meant returning to an empty house, filled with coldness and silence. Saying "I'm home" to be greeted by silence was not really her favourite part of the day. Whereas she was not particularly unhappy about it, it also had never been a moment she looked forward to. It was just part of her daily routine.
Until two weeks ago.
It had been their anniversary. She and Ichigo had been dating for six months and he had prepared a surprise for her, a dinner with every last one of her favourite foods, mainly wasabi and red bean paste – even though he did not particularly liked them – and a cake, a chocolate cake obviously, because "come on, it's my anniversary too" he had said. At which, she giggled.
However, she had not been prepared for his surprise, at the end of their wonderful evening. She had offered to do the dishes, since he had put so much effort in the dinner but, as she was about to pick up his plate, he grabbed her hands tightly.
"Orihime?" he asked.
"Hum ? What is it, Ichigo-kun?"
"I was wondering... It has been six months since we started dating, but considering that we know each other since… well a long time, I thought that… maybe… we could…" Apparently, he was adamant about looking at anything but her and she had seen something similar to a blush colour his cheeks.
"Ichigo-kun? What is it? I have never seen you so nervous", she asked, her voice filled with concern.
"Do you want to live with me?" he blurted.
Her eyes went as wide as saucers. And she took a moment to process what he had just asked her. It had resulted in Ichigo getting the wrong idea, thinking that her silence meant she did not want to.
"I get it. It was too sudden, right? I should have waited… I'm sorry"
"No" she said, a little too abruptly. "I mean, it is okay, I was just… surprised. I did not expect you to ask me that… Or to want to live with me at all. I mean, we have never talked about it and I have some bad habits that I'm sure you will hate and I don't want to force you to do anything you are not ready for and…"
"Stop, Orihime!" he interrupted. "We are basically already living together. I spend all my time here with you and I know all there is to know about you already. For example, you roll around in your sleep, and you talk too, you eat everything with a bit of red bean paste and mustard, you cry when watching romantic comedies and laugh at horror movies. I know all that and I still want to live with you, if you're okay with that. So, what do you think?"
"I would love to!" she had finally said, with tears in her eyes.
He had moved in with her three days later. Truthfully, it had been quite easy. His father had been so delighted, he cried to his mother's portrait about them moving together and apparently getting "his first grand-child" making both of them blush. Karin had simply smiled and congratulated them, whereas Yuzu, while she had been crying that her brother would leave their house, she had also been happy for the couple.
The transition had been smooth and natural. It was only the first day that she would remember for the rest of her life.
She had been working overtime at the bakery that evening, it was just before the holidays, so the place was packed. She could only leave at 8 PM and Ichigo would come home only one hour after her.
As usual, she walked home and, when she entered, she softly called "I'm home" to the empty house, expecting no answer. But when, Ichigo appeared before her, a small smile gracing his features, telling her "Welcome back", she burst into tears. Tears of joy, and sadness, and happiness, and love.
Ichigo, of course, had panicked, not understanding her reaction, and asked her what was wrong. But she simply repeated the three word that had made her happier than anything else right at that moment: "I'm home."
Ichigo looked at her, smiled and once again said "Welcome back, Orihime."
There really was no place like home and, finally, Orihime was finally home.