Characters: Ishida, Orihime
Summary: It was an accident, I swear!
Pairings: IshiHime
Warnings/Spoilers: No spoilers
Timeline: No timeline needed
Author's Note: This is pure nonsensical fluff; trust me when I say you're not supposed to take it seriously. It's meant to make you laugh, not to make you lean back and think very hard. It's super short, and you may or may not find the characterizations to be somewhat OOC; I hope you enjoy it, regardless.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
"Sorry!" The sound comes out of Ishida's mouth like a squeak; it's hard to say anything coherent when his throat is extremely close to closing shut entirely and he can hardly breathe. For once, the thought of how red his face is getting is far out of his mind.
He's a bit busier giving a wary stare to the smug, highly uncharacteristic smirk on Orihime's face, wondering if she didn't plan all of this from the beginning. He backs away from her in no small panic, holding his hands up as if to shield himself.
Really, he has absolutely no idea how that just happened. Not entirely unpleasant but still shocking, like being thrown into a pool of cold water, and it's only taken a split-second for beaten-in propriety and fight or flight to kick in.
Ishida flinches when his back hits the wall.
The door's just about two feet away.
Keeping one eye on Orihime, Ishida starts to inch towards the closed door, but, of course, just before he can reach it, Orihime grabs him.
The rest is history.