Ichigo Kurosaki, a 15 year old, study first, no nonsense type of guy. He never relied on anybody to do anything for him, hated being told what to do and by all accounts is a typical rebellious teenager. He would go out of his way and thensome to save the people he loves and cherishes. One if his rare, but major flaws, has always been recognizing the true feelings of another.

Orihime Inoue, a shy 15 year old girl, with a vivid imagination. She mostly daydreams in class about robots, giant monsters and red bean paste. She was usually oblivious to almost everything that came her way but she knew one thing was certain; her undying love for Ichigo Kurosaki.

The way Orihime acted around Ichigo when they had first met glued a thought into his head. "Man, she's kind of strange. Pretty clumsy too". Over the years they created a strong bond, traveling to the Soul Society to rescue their friend Rukia, and then Ichigo himself saving Orihime from Aizen and his army of hollows.

The protector saving the princess. To Orihime, that was the start to a relationship she had always dreamed of.

Speaking of relationships, they both had just got out of one.

Ichigo had tried making things work with his childhood friend Tatsuki, dating her for about a month. They broke up on a mutual agreement, with their friendship never losing a beat.

Orihime on the other hand had a tough break up with Uryu. Although she truely cared for him, he was not the strawberry haired, fiery saviour she was enamored with. One thing lead to another, with the relationship ending on a bitter note when Orihime overheard classmates talking about Uryu's "new" girlfriend.

The day was Friday, and class was just starting. Ichigo sat by his ex girlfriend, Tatsuki.

"Morning Ichigo!" Tatsuki rubbed his head, messing up his hair.

"Mornin' Tatsuki". As he sat down, that all too familiar voice was heard behind him.

"Good morning, Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime waved wildly, as usual.

"Hey, Inoue." Ichigo replied, with his usual dry tone. He had basically just woken up, after all.

As class started, Tatsuki was curious as to why Ichigo had failed to make a move on the best friend that they shared. She herself had always been aware of her best friends feelings for him, even while she dated the substitute soul reaper. She quickly ripped a piece of paper in half and wrote the question down. Quietly peeking out from her desk, she flicked it like a paper football and nailed Ichigo in the head.

He turned around only to glare at her, wondering who the hell she thought she was, flicking paper at him this early in the morning.

"Read it, you idiot" she mouthed it, since they were in the middle of a test. Ichigo opened up the note, curious to what it would say.

"Why aren't you making a move on Orihime? Isn't it obvious she likes you?

He put the note in his pocket and thought to himself. "Why the hell would I? Inoue has no interest in a guy like me"

The lunch bell rang and everyone walked out of class towards the cafeteria. Tatsuki snuck behind Ichigo and tapped his shoulder. "We need to talk, mister. Come with me". They walked out of the double doors and sat down by a tree.

"What's this about? That note you hit me with? Inoue can't possibly think of me in that way. We are friends, that's it. By the way, ow."

"How do you think relationships start!? Look at us! We're friends, right?!"

"Well yeah, bu-"

"Ichigo, she loves you, I don't know how you can't see it." She leaned against the tall tree. "Let me ask you some questions"

"Okay. Shoot." He sat down and rested against the old bark.

"She goes out of her way every morning to greet you, am I right?"

"Yeah, that doesn't mean she loves me though"

"Do you sometimes catch her staring at you in class?"

"So what? I get it all the time"

"Does she blush, trip over her words, and then trip over something else whenever you two see each other outside of school?

"Well maybe she's just a naturally clumsy person! It happens you know."

"...Oh forget it, you're hopeless. Only the most dense person imaginable wouldn't notice it. You're literally the only person I know who doesn't"

"I don't know what you're talkin' about Tatsuki."

Ichigo looked down at his watch, then heard the bell ring.

"Shit, we're gonna be late!" They grabbed their book bags, got up and sprinted back towards their classroom.

On their way back, Tatsuki stopped to use the restroom, leaving Ichigo to head to class alone. Without thinking, he rushed around a corner and plowed someone over, causing books and various papers to be thrown about.

"Oh, I'm so sorry Kurosaki-Kun!" Orihime said as she held her hand out to help him. He took her offer and latched his hand in hers, letting the small, but strong girl pull him up. As if the moment wasn't awkward enough, Ichigo lost his balance and fell against Orihime's body, pushing the two against the white washed school hall. His chest rubbed roughly against her very large assets, causing her to gasp, and him to quickly reposition himself. "Uhh, after you." he said with an embarrassed voice. She nodded and walked into the classroom.

For the rest of the school day, Ichigo found himself thinking of the uncomfortable moment he had shared with Orihime. He imagined it over and over again, sending a jolt of excitement through his spine. He felt dirty thinking about it, but it was something that couldn't be helped.

Orihime wasn't doing any better. She inhaled and caught a scent of Ichigo'scologne on her shirt, not even imagining washing her school uniform for the next few centuries.

School ended and Ichigo, Orihime and Tatsuki met up to walk home, as they usually did at the end of every school day. Tatsuki was standing in the middle of them. "So what are you guys doing tonight?"

"I've got family over. My dad's brothers are staying at the house this weekend. It's gonna be hell" Ichigo said as he looked down at the gravel, shaking his head, already exhausted just by thinking of it.

Tatsuki shifted her head to Orihime and awaited her response.

"Well, tonight my favorite show (She put her scary, intimidating "Ichigo" voice on) 'Bloody Death Monster Robots 9 comes on! It's a marathon too! I'll probably stay up all night and watch that! Oh maybe a movie too! Maybe "Zombie peanut whales attack!" I've watched it 100 times!"

As Orihime went on with her plans, Tatsuki and Ichigo both let out sighs. "Orihime and her R rated movies...she's in her own world" Tatsuki said silently.

They arrived at Orihime's house.

"Alright Orihime, have a good weekend! You too Ichigo!" Tatsuki said while running towards her house." "See ya next week, Tatsuki" Ichigo yelled, waving.

Ichigo turned around and walked Orihime to her door. "I'm sorry about earlier, Inoue. I was just in a rush and-" Orihime cut him off with her own apologetic plead.

"Oh it's okay, Kurosaki-kun! I should have been watching where I was going! You know me! Clumsy ol' Orihime Inoue! Clumsy is practically my middle name!" she said, but then thought to herself "That's a much better reply than "It's fine! I actually enjoyed it. I still smell you on me! Guess where this outfit isn't going? The wash!"

Ichigo raised his eyebrow a bit "She's out there, that's for sure" then started walking down the stairs to the street. "Well, I'll see you next week at school."

He made his way home to prepare for the night ahead. His uncle's were heavy drinkers, which meant his dad would be getting drunk with them, which also meant he would be more aggressive, which ALSO meant Ichigo would have to kick a lot of overly intoxicated, middle aged ass tonight.

As expected, Ichigo had been stuck with dealing with his drunken family members, occasionally serving up a roundhouse kick to anyone who got out of line.

He ran up to his room and locked the door. Plopping down on his bed, he thought "I have to get the hell out of this house!". He tried, but failed to think of anywhere he could possibly go.

Tatsuki had left for a Karate tournament, Chad was visiting family in Mexico, Uryu probably wouldn't let him in his house anyway, he hated staying at Urahara's shop, and he wouldn't dare try calling Keigo.

The only place he could think of was Orihime's. He didn't want to take advantage of her since all he wanted to do was sleep, but he didn't want to spend another second in the insane asylum he was forced to call home.

He got up and packed a bag full of clothes, and some movies. "Demon Slayer 7" and "The Homicidal Waffle Cone" They made SEVEN of these? Eh, she'll enjoy em no matter what" He walked out of his room and knocked on his sister's door.

"Whaddya want!?" Karin was in the middle of sleeping. "I'm gonna go to a friends house. I can't take these crazy drunk idiots anymore. I'll be back tomorrow, take care of em' Karin." Her mouth dropped open, but before she could reply he was already gone.

Orihime had just finished her seventh straight episode of "Killer Bananas" and was in the kitchen, throwing an assortment of ingredients on her red bean ice cream. As she topped her snack off with three sardines, she heard a knock at her door.

She put a robe on and walked towards the door "Who could it be? I wasn't expecting anybody..."

As she opened it, she nearly dropped the bowl of the catastrophe she considered ice cream in her hands. Ichigo was standing in her doorway with a bag over his shoulder, looking as tired as ever.

"K-Kurosaki-Kun? what is it?"

"Inoue, can I crash here for the night!? See my dad and his brothers are bat shit crazy, plus they're drunk. I hate to be a burden, but I don't have anywhere else to go, is it OK!?"

Orihime's mind went completely blank.

"Um, Inoue? Are you alright!?" Ichigo said as he waved his hand in her face.

"Wha-Here!? Well um...yeah you can stay here! I-I was just about to watch some food. I mean, eat some TV. NO I meant watch TV! Yeah that's it! Come in, please!"

She led Ichigo into her small apartment, which had a huge TV in the living room, along with a black couch and a coffee table. Pretty basic room, but that was the last thing on Ichigo's mind. All of a sudden, he couldn't stop staring at her, who went back into the kitchen.

She wore a loosely tied pink robe with a tight V neck shirt of the same color. Almost every inch of cleavage was exposed, which one person in the room was very aware of.

...or two.

"Pretty sexy, don't you think so, King?" Ichigo's hollow teased him from within.

"Yeah...wow. She's just-Hey! Shut the hell up!"

"What's the problem? You know you like it. Look at her huge boobs, her thighs, her lips. There's plenty of room on that couch to get it on!"

"I said shut up!"

"Is everything okay, Kurosaki-kun?" Orihime said as she stood in front of him, a cup of tea in her hand. "Yeah, yeah. So what's on?"

"Oh it's my favorite show! It's about this Banana that has a mind of it's own! He avenges the death of his family by killing anyone who has ever eaten a banana! And-"

"I almost regret asking…"

Her blabbing went in one ear and out the other, but he still found himself staring at her. Her smile lit up the whole room, her beauty was seen from miles away, she even had girls jumping all over her. Beneath the overt clumsiness and airheaded nature of Orihime Inoue, she had an absolute heart of gold to match.

"…How could a person like her possibly love me?"

"Exactly my point? How? What alternate universe did I slip into while I was asleep? She's way too good for your ass. Let me have her!" Ichigo's inner hollow was still teasing him.

"Damn it. You just don't quit do you?"

Little did anyone in that room know...

This was just the beginning.