A/N: If you do not like the plot or character plot, then don't read the fic.

SUMMARY: Orihime Inoue: An 18 year old high-school student has a crush. On her English teacher. Mr Ichigo Kurosaki has been dubbed the sexiest teacher to ever work at Karakura Senior School. He is also battling some highly immoral feelings for a certain pumpkin-haired student. During her walk to school, Orihime was attacked by Nnoitra Gilga, a former comrade of Ichigo's in his teen years. As we learn Ichigo's dark past, we also learn that he will protect Orihime, but she is keeping things from him and Ichigo is resorting to his deductive skills. Can he help her with her own demons and somehow gain her trust? Can Orihime look past his biological make-up and see Ichigo for who he is?

WORD COUNT: 1, 318

RATING: M for very dark themes and sexual content.

DISCLAIMER: All is owned by Kubo-sensei.

CHAPTER 4:

Sense

*ORIHIME'S P.O.V.*

I lay down on my bed, my eyelids feeling like weights. Yuzu has already fallen asleep on the futon that I laid out for her when she first started living here. It's weird, having Mr Kurosaki in my home while his little sister lives with me, taking care of me. I know what they're waiting for. I know they think I won't notice, but I do. I'm not exactly about to hurt myself. I don't want to do that to myself, damage myself even further. I already know that I am past saving, why would I just cause further harm to myself? I have nothing, nor any kind of image to bring forth.

I don't want to hear my classmates words of 'wisdom' and 'understanding' when they don't even know how I feel. I can't even begin to explain how I feel, it annoys me how they think they can help, when the only person who was truly there was Tatsuki.

Being saved by a man who knew my attacker also plays on my mind. How does Mr Kurosaki know this man? What kind of past did Mr Kurosaki lead before I was even born? Should I trust him? Well, it's kind of a moot point considering he saved my life from . . . he helped me. So why should I fear him? The way he carried himself and the way he pulled that. .man off me, says he has an intimate knowledge with martial arts and when he held me to his chest, despite my pain and my despair, I could feel his heartbeat quicken at his action. He was ready for a fight. His breathing was erratic and he was completely focused on the fight.

Something in his past had made him a warrior, and something tells me that if I find out, I won't look at him the same way ever again. But how can I face him without thinking of all those horrible memories? How can I show myself in public, with this face and knowing that I'm damaged goods? I have no honor among myself, no self preservation, or any kind of dignity left in my heart.

As my eyes start to drift closed, I think about Mr Kurosaki, and if he's trying to save me, then I should save him as well.

*ICHIGO'S P.O.V.*

I listen to some music while I work. It keeps me relaxed. I have one headphone out so I can hear any kind of outside noise that may require my attention but I keep my focus on my work and I get to Orihime's imaginative piece. It was freedom of creativity and the students could write whatever they wanted:

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Inoue, Orihime. 19/09/15

Prompt: Prince Charming couldn't have saved his Princess without the use of his sword.

"I stare outside of the open window in the castle where I dwell, in the highest room on the tallest tower. Below, are where many of the Evil Avocado's magical avocado-destructor robots keep in formation, never resting, never stopping. I await my Prince Charming to come save me and bring me back to my Kingdom, but I have yet to see him. I start to believe King Avocado's poisonous words, 'your prince will never come.'

How could I have been so stupid in thinking that it was so?

I am the Princess Orihime, heir to the throne of Inoue, land of the chocolate bunnies, of course, I will never have my prince, unless he was a chocolate bunny.

It was then I heard the faint sound of hooves and I peered out of my window, seeing you there, your long black hair flowing in the wind, your red eyes piercing the Avocado robots with a single look and they imploded. You, Prince Mugetsu, heir to throne of Getsuga Tensho, land of Strawberry. You, with your sword, brandished, like a blazing torch, leading the way to victory. With your strawberry crown and a fearsome expression, you barrel into my captor's castle with your completely white steed, Hollow.

You cut down each of the enemy and you use your sword to slice through any obstacle. The steel glinted in the light, your cut strong, your technique fierce. The trust you have in your weapon is unmistakable. The grace in which you handle your other half is astonishing and it is obvious that you and your sword are one. A sovereign entity. You make your way to the stairs and you defeat the King with one quick strike of your blade before bursting through my tower and made yourself known, sheathing your sword. Your companion and your most trusted partner laid to rest until the next battle.

'Rest now, Zangetsu, for your work is now done.' You say in your deep, sultry voice as your eyes meet mine and they soften. 'My Princess, I have come to rescue you.'

'My Prince Mugetsu, how can I ever repay you for my liberation?' I ask and I see your eyes crinkle and I know you are smiling, despite the gray bandage-like armour you wear, around your body and covering the lower half of your face.

'We will be betrothed and the kingdoms of Chocolate Bunnies and Strawberry shall unite and become one under our rule. Princess Orihime, will you do me this great honour?' You sink to your knees and bow your head.

I scurry toward you and kneel with you, taking your masked face in my hands. I press a gentle kiss to your forehead. 'Yes, my Prince.'

The armour started to dissolve and break away from your body, revealing clean, tan skin and your handsome face, before you take my face into your hands and we share a kiss.

Zangetsu resting at your hip, rejoicing in the union, able to see what he could achieve, with your expert guidance."

I smile and read over the piece again, it's very strategic and amazingly well written. Orihime has done an amazing job. The use of an inanimate object becoming animated and experiencing actual feelings is smart and the use of using 'you' instead of him creates more of a depth.

She is amazing.

Through my appreciative haze, I hear a knock on my door and I quickly get up, pulling the other headphone and I go to the door, answering it and who I see shocks me to my core. "Miss Inoue?!"

Miss Inoue is wearing an oversized jumper with the hood hiding her face, she had some form of concealer hiding the scratch and she wore baggy clothes and she held her phone in her hand, along with her school satchel and she had a warm but apprehensive smile playing on her lips.

"Hello, Mr Kurosaki, may I come in?"

Shit.