Basically started this one 5am morning, fell asleep halfway and forgot the plot! Please forgive me :3
Heaps thanks to my friend who helped me edit this (:
Disclaimer: I doesn't own bleach. /Sadface.
It was the same routine every morning. Same time, same expressions, same thoughts.
The shorter male leaning casually against the bus stop, ankles crossed and fingers fidgeting. He'd always have his head down and the magnificent white spikes would shadow the small face hidden beneath – Oh but he's seen them, the rare sight of those brilliant turquoise eyes. Ichigo Kurosaki; best summed up as the thick-headed well built, tanned carrot-top arrived every morning in hopes to catch a glimpse of those beautiful eyes once again.
It hadn't always been like this; the two silent strangers had come across by pure coincidence. It was one dull morning just over a year ago, when Yuzu had accidently sliced open her finger while preparing some watermelon for Ichigo's lunch that day. After having mended her fresh cut with clinical skills, Ichigo was late for school – really late. Seeing as the carrot top had been absent for more days than he could count for, he couldn't afford being late.
6.41 AM... I'll make it for the next bus if I run.
Food. Bag. Books. Shoes. And with a flash of orange, Ichigo was gone. Nothing but carrot coloured wind for those he sped past and an impossible new record for the fastest late runner.
6.43 AM... Nearly there... Just... A bit... More...
With his eyes fixed on the time and incredible speed came a destructive collision with... the smallest boy. The crash sent the pair flying; belongings ripped out of their hands by the law of physics and soared into the space between them. It was a scene of slow-mo personal possessions sailing into the air and the sounds of cracks and thuds as bits and pieces finally rained down one by one.
"My watermelons!" Ichigo lashed out just in time for the sweet, sticky juice from the fruit to smear his uniform. The red stain enveloped his uniform as it began to soak deep within the fabric.
There was a small gasp, and it was then when Ichigo looked up to see a pair of deep and shy but passionate turquoise eyes fixated on him, he could feel the blood coursing though his veins. It seemed like forever that the two gazed into each other's eyes as their thoughts raced through their minds. Was it from their collision?
The gaze was broken by the brakes squealing as the bus grinded to a halt and Ichigo scurried to pick up all his things and stuff them in his bag before getting on. Behind him, the little white haired boy still had his eyes fixed on the back of the carrot-top as the scent of watermelon wafted through the air.
It's been just over a year, and since that day, Ichigo started taking the bus instead of walking – in hopes to catch a glimpse of those turquoise eyes again. Little did he know, Toshiro Hitsugaya wanted nothing more than to see the cute carrot-top covered in his favourite summery-fruit.
But until Ichigo was running late again, those magnificent turquoise orbs had no intention of revealing themselves and the delicious thoughts behind them.