Characters: Ichigo, Senna
Summary: Ichigo wasn't jealous. Not even when all those bastards' eyes were glued to her scorchingly hot thighs...What was he talking about again?
Genre: Romance/Humor
Pairings: IchiSenna
Warnings/Spoilers: Watching Memories of Nobody would be good.
Word Count: 195
A/N: Bleach is not owned by me. If it was, Senna would be a main character and hook up with Ichigo, and Gin would still be alive. ...I am still praying to the Manga gods to bring Gin back. Somehow.
Ichigo wouldn't call himself a jealous guy.
Nah. He was calm, cool, collected. Perfectly at ease.
But it would be really nice if all the guys in the classroom would stop staring at Senna's legs.
Of course, Ichigo thought hazily, eyes drifting to said limbs, they're really nice legs. Dark amber eyes raked over the long limbs as they jumped side to side with Senna's bright restless chatter. Smooth, pale, flawless, it was hard not to stare at the fit but curvy thighs and defined calves. Her dainty slim ankles, covered by black knee socks, teased him cruelly. His eyes felt heavy and his lower stomach frothed with lustful heat as his gaze traveled upwards to her mid thighs where the innocently naughty pleated skirt swayed and brushed against her skin satisfyingly. The morons in his class must have noticed her undeniable sexiness, since one of the perverts actually whistled.
...Whistled. At Senna's legs.
The cheap plastic mechanical pencil creaked in protest under Ichigo's increasingly tight grip. Senna was his friend, he was absolutely and no way in hell jeal-
"Looking good Senna-chan~!"
The pencil plastic cracked in Ichigo's white fist.
He was jealous.