A/N: This chapter is somewhat uneventful but I put a little interesting poem thing so have fun with that! By the way, this is my first time writing any sort of poetry so I'm sorry for all you poetic people. Also, sorry to anyone who likes Orihime. Anyways, enjoy!

Shiro's POV:

As soon as I walked into the school, my beatings began once again. Grimmjow and his posse of Ulquiorra, Nnoitra, and Gin were a small bunch, but don't let that fool you. These guys are my number one bully group and they do one hell of a good job id I do say so myself.

Anyways, I get the usual throwing into lockers, punching, yelling, insulting, and kicking treatment. I go through it with some wincing and a whimper every now and then since they were adding up to my wounds.

After the painful beatings, I stand shakily and pant softly at the agonizing pain I'm in but just limp over to my first period class, biology. It's a rather boring class most of the time but I get through it by just peering out the window and going unnoticed as usual.

As soon as the bell rings, the teacher walks in and everyone takes their seat. Just like that, first period starts. I look up paying minor attention to the teacher, Mr. Mayuri, and peer out the window.

As I look down like I normally do, I see something a bit strange. An orange head running past the courtyard and being late to class.

I instantly recognize him as the one and only Ichigo Kurosaki. I must admit that he's hot but, as usual, I seem to be invisible so he's never noticed me. I guess sometimes you can't avoid it, even if you're the nicest guy in the school.

I know I sound like some kind of 'senpai obsessed' person but, in all honesty, I do have a crush on him. He's actually the reason I found out I was gay. Regardless, I'm saddened since I'd seen Ichigo save a guy named Chad from a bunch of bullies and yet I'm still here.

Drowning in my own sorrows, stuck inside my own hell, all alone with no one there to help or look forward to.

I sigh lightly and look away from the window since he's long gone and just stare at my desk thinking. I ended up taking out one of my secret notebooks and place in on my lap, making sure no one sees as I start drawing in it.

I was in my own world as I drew, lost in my thoughts. When I finally finish, I looked down to recap it and truly pay attention to what I made.

I made a drawing of Ichigo and I. I was on the floor, beaten and bloody with black wings that were battered and ripped. Below me there is a dark abyss, seemingly endless. I'm looking up at Ichigo as he looks down at me with broken, yet desperate features.

He's stretching his hand out towards me and I'm barely able to lift my on, in an effort to grab his. No matter how I try though, I seem to be too weak and he seems to be too far. Below it, I wrote a small poem to go with the drawing.

There he lies broken and battered
With his wings unable to move.
He begins fall into an abyss
Though it doesn't seem to matter.
And as a young boy tries to save him
Whilst he doesn't seem to realize
Nothing can save what has already been shattered.

I stare at the drawing, tears coming forth. I will them away and let out a sigh. The bell rings signalling the end of class and I get up, ready for the rest of the day.

Ichigo's POV:

I got school late by being trapped inside my own thoughts and rush into first period as the bell sounded out through the school. I hope the teacher won't give me detention but when I reach my class, I see everyone standing and basically showing the teacher was late.

I sigh with relief and head over to my friends, taking a seat. "Good morning." I say with my usual scowl and everyone gave a quick 'good morning' back before going back to their own conversations. Renji was speaking with his girlfriend, Rukia, and Uryu was having a mostly one-sided conversation with Chad.

I decided to not interrupt and let them how their separate conversations. I look outside the window but soon, an annoying screech sounded out and caused me to let out a groan.

"Good morning Kurosaki-Kun!" The most annoying slut in the school, Orihime, called for me as she skipped in my direction. She put her arms around my neck and put her head on my shoulder, making sure her enormous breasts pressed against my back.

My fast twists into one of disgust before I go back to my scowl and pull her off. I turned to face her, although begrudgingly. "What do you want Orihime?" My tone dripped pf venom, though she didn't seem to notice with her preppy mood.

She smiled and tried to act, what she called, 'seductive' and 'sexy'. "Oh, all I want is you, my dearest Ichigo~ C'mon, let's go do something a little more productive~" She winks and gave a smirk that I found disgusting. "No Orihime. I don't want to be with you in any way so please, leave me alone."

She pouts, trying to convince me, but I just turn back around and ignore her. She made a small noise of disappointment before walking back to her group of 'friends'. I turned to stare out the window until the teacher walks in and class finally starts.

Story Word Count: 994
Total Word Count:1,116
Published Date: 8-2-2018

A/N: There were a lot of small changes I decided to make this chapter while rewriting it. I'm surprised at how awkward and straight forward I was now that I'm taking the chance to truly look back on my work. I'm happy that I'm able to tweak it to my liking though. I know I kept the first two chapters as original as possible but I'll try to edit and change any mistakes as I see fit to increase the reading experience. Anyway, thank you to those who read this and I hope to see you all in the next chapter!