Ichigo sat down next to Orihime, who was beside herself with happiness. Tatsuki just glared at him until he averted his eyes to Orihime's lap.
"Er, is that lettuce and mustard… in the same sandwich?"
She gasped at his tone and instantly gave him a hurt look, "It's what the lady on TV did last night! Except, she used mayo, but I hate mayo, it sticks to the roof of my mouth and even if I use mouthwash every other hour, it doesn't come off."
"Uh huh," Ichigo was used to Orihime somewhat, still a little bewildered by some of her actions, but not as confused as last year. Now that was a confusing year. "So Tatsuki… starting on the insults a bit early, aren't we? We just started back up again."
Tatsuki ignored him, jabbed her straw in her juice and sipped it with such viciousness, he changed the subject hastily.
"Right, er, Chad and Ishida should be here tomorrow," He began, but cut off when Orihime sneezed so loudly and so atomic-bomb-like, mustard flew all over her clothes.
"Oh no, not again, this happened last night too!"
Ichigo inched away from her after producing his own handkerchief his little sister made him promise to keep on his person.
"Ever think you might be allergic to it, Inoue?"
End note: OK, I know by now you're like, "WHERE THE HELL IS ULQUIORRA?", but I'm mean, so you'll have to wait. I'm still starting to raise the plot with little hints through-out these little drabbles. Please be patient, he'll be here soon enough and you'll love me for it eventually… hopefully…
219 words, inspiration: Peanut butter, friends, personal space (haha)