I own nothing.
Though he's always at home slaying Hollows and sewing together clothes and blankets and the like, Ishida Uryuu is at his best painfully out of depth when it comes to people.
He's good at observation, at discerning motives, at determining if and when they might pose a threat to him in any sense of the word. No one's denying that Ishida's good at that; if he's alert he can spot a potential threat in, say, ten seconds. But if it comes down to something resembling a casual conversation, things are inevitably going to get awkward, and if it isn't Ishida's apparent difficulty with making eye contact messing things up it's his tendency to be entirely too terse under normal circumstances.
Well, Ishida's even more out of depth when it when it comes to women thanks both to a natural shyness towards most of them and an even greater lack of exposure to them than to men—Ishida knew no women growing up and frankly doesn't know a whole lot now. Anything outside of his normal range of experience tends to put him on edge and this is no different.
What he's noticed though, that even though he's never been more out of his depth than he is in the company of Inoue Orihime, he's never been closer to being relaxed in her presence either. Odd paradox that, but he's not complaining.
Ishida knows how to take a stroke of good luck and run with it. He knows how to be grateful for small blessings.