Disclaimer: Would I be at a university if I owned Bleach?
"Kurosaki-kun!"
Rubbing at one eye, Ichigo picked his head up off of the books that he had been using as an impromptu pillow just in time to see a familiar bright-haired girl fling herself into the seat across from him. "Inoue?"
"Did you finish the essay for 142 yet?" She asked, eliciting a shake of the head from him. Her gaze flickering back and forth between him and the books, she fought back a blush. "Um… would you… do you want any…"
"I could use some help on analysis." He offered, his scowl softening as she bounced in excited joy.
A/N: Really, even vapidly inquiring excitable women such as myself have limits to how often we'll ask someone to do something.