Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or its characters. Duh.

Here they were again. Their food left untouched, their water glasses emptied as they talked. Ulquiorra was sure he as falling for her. They didn't agree on anything. She wanted a big family. He couldn't imagine having any kids. She loved pop and dancing. He liked classical music and staying home with a good book. She was outgoing. He was reserved. She was the sun. He was the moon. Yet, despite the differences, they were drawn to each other like the opposite poles of a magnet. They went on more dates, found each other falling hard even though they couldn't be more different.

It was their fifth year of dating and two hundred and sixty-first date by Ulquiorra's calculations as they sat in the restaurant they had first went to, chatting idly. She was dressed casually, the need for formalities long abandoned. It was a little harder to be who she was beneath fancy evening dresses and make-up. Besides, Ulquiorra liked her better without cosmetics.

Heart racing, Ulquiorra pulled an older textbook, handing it to Orihime. "It really is a good book. I hope you enjoy it." He said. His mouth was chalky as she took the book gingerly, flipping it open. Inside he had cut out the center in a rough circular shape. And inside that was a ring. Orihime actually dropped the book. Her eyes were tearing up fast, and Ulquiorra waited with his hands folded neatly into his lap and his face portraying none of the fear he felt.

"Yes."

And the both of them had one thought: Best. Date. Ever.