Uryu sat in the corner of his room in a fetal position. Tears stroked his cheeks, his arms soaked with those same salty tears. His life, he felt, was over. Just a few hours before, his deepest crush, Orihime turned him down flat in front of her friends. Now he felt hopeless and worthless. It was 9 o clock. His stomach sang the song of its people. He reluctantly stood up and dragged himself to the kitchen to fix something to eat. He just decided to have plain rice since he didn't feel in the mood for much else.
Suddenly, he felt a hollow's spiritual pressure. He ran out the door, leaving the stove on, to eradicate the hollow. Uryu's thought pattern was choppy and sporadic, feet hitting the pavement, palms sweaty from anticipation, running down the street, going to destroy a hollow. Uryu neglected to pay attention to anything else. Another hollow slashed across his back. Uryu felt like time has slowed to almost a complete stop before hitting the ground. His vision blurred as he shed another tear. He hit rock bottom. Bleeding on the pavement, laid a teenage boy who no one loved, not even his own father.
Uryu opened his eyes, his vision slowly regaining. "Uryu, are you alright?" Uryu looked at a familiar sight. Ichigo Kurosaki was staring down at the raven haired Quincy. "Ku….Kurosaki?" Uryu replied in a weak voice. The Quincy was lying on a plush bed in Ichigo's apartment. His room was quite plain. A bookshelf, bed, and a desk and chair. A picture of Ichigo, Orihime, Chad, and him rested on top of that desk. "Kurosaki, what happened?" Ichigo looked at him for a few seconds before replying "I was on my way to defeat a hollow. When I got there, you were bleeding on the ground. I picked you up and carried you here. Just because I'm still in medical school doesn't mean that I can't treat a shallow cut. I'm surprised you passed out so easily." Uryu turned his head away in shame.
"I didn't need your help. It's disgraceful to get help from a shinigami." He started to sit up but Ichigo pushed him back on the bed. "Just because it's a shallow wound doesn't mean it instantly heal. You need to rest or it will open up again." Uryu looked at him with a blank expression.
His eyes
He felt blood rush to his face. Pink dressed Uryu's cheeks. "Alright."
His face
"Good, I'll go grab you something to eat to help you recuperate." Ichigo said with a smile. He got off the bed he was sitting on and walked out of the room.
Was Kurosaki always this attractive?
Ichigo went into the kitchen and noticed that the cupboard had barely anything in it. "So is the life of a college kid." He chuckled to himself. "Let's see, pears, red bean paste, instant ramen… I can't fix him this stuff. Guess I'll have to go to the store." Ichigo walked back into his bedroom to see that Uryu has fallen asleep once again. He was half-tempted to take a picture of his sleeping face. What would Orihime think of Uryu's face when he was sleeping? He always knew she loved Uryu. She would always go and talk to him after class. Plus, they were in the home handy crafts club at school together.
Ichigo returned from the store with some supplies to make Home-made mackerel soup. He faintly remembered that Uryu liked that. He started to make the soup when Uryu walked into the room. Ichigo turned around and greeted him. Uryu only replied with a slight nod. "Didn't I tell you to stay in bed?" Uryu looked downward; He replied "I got restless." Ichigo raised his eyebrows. "Alright, just be careful ok? I don't want you to open your wound again." Uryu walked to the old table in the corner of the kitchen.
The table was a cheap one that was on an extreme discount at the furniture store. There were only two chairs. Neither of them matched. One was a fold up metal chair. The other one was a wobbly wooden chair that he guessed was over 50 years old. As Uryu debated witch chair to sit in, Ichigo finished the cooking and proceeded to pour the soup into two bowls. Ichigo said "The metal chair is the safer one if you want to know." Uryu's cheeks turned the same color as they did this morning. Suddenly feeling dizzy, his feet shuffled a bit before he collapsed.
Ichigo held Uryu in his arms. Two bowls of mackerel soup lay on the floor. Ichigo threw them to catch Uryu in time. Uryu's eyes were closed. Ichigo felt a sinking feeling as Uryu didn't respond to his cries.
"Would you stop yelling in my ear?" Uryu finally said. Ichigo exhaled a sigh of relief. "You scared me ya know."
His face is so close to mine
Ichigo helped Uryu up and into his bed. "You need your rest, I'll tell Sensei you aren't feeling well tomorrow."
His lips are so close to mine.
Uryu nodded as sleep overcame him.