A/N - I'm really really sorry this hasn't been updated in a few weeks. I've had so many tests and quizzes, and projects, and not to mention my RP event going on, I just haven't had time to sit down and write. But, I'd really like to get back into this, and I hope I haven't lost anyone who may be interested in this story due to my lack of updates. :c


That damn Kurosaki...Ishida pushed his glasses up, concealing his steel blue eyes from the girl sitting at the other end of his table. That letter they were to write together. He was to be the one writing it, of course. He didn't know why he agreed, but seeing her cry pulled some heartstring. Why was it Kurosaki...it was always Kurosaki.

The worst part, was that Kurosaki was always oblivious to it all. Oh, how Uryu would have loved to berate his orange-haired friend about it. But the last thing he needed was to be tormented for anything else - especially, if Kurosaki were to find out how females viewed him - how he himself was only approached for his sewing skills.

"...I have something for you, Senna."

It reminded him of how he finally completed his nightdress for her. He turned away a project request at Handicrafts club, finally, and took the time to complete it without her knowledge.

"Let me get it."

Standing up, he moved over towards his schoolbag, knowing her eyes followed him the entire time.

"Wh-what is it! You didn't need to get me anything."

"I didn't 'get' you anything. I made it."

"Made it?"

Pulling the garment from his bag, he turned around and held it up. He knew she liked red, so he trimmed the white dress with red lace, rather than the blue he would have preferred. It still looked aesthetically pleasing, of course. Having a keen eye for the finer things really helped Ishida when it came to impressing people with his handicrafts skills.

"You made me a dress?" Standing up, he watched as Senna walked over towards him, taking the bottom of the dress in her hands, and looking it over before looking up to him, meeting his eyes, which were still hidden behind the glass.

"It's a nightdress. I didn't think you should be sleeping in my ratty clothes any longer. If you can tell, the fabric is slightly thinner than most dresses."

Smirking he adjusted his frames once again. He was proud of his ability, and while he didn't mean to sound demeaning towards her in any way, it made Uryu have confidence in himself to be the best at something, and know more than most people - in general.

"I couldn't tell," she said, as she giggled. Arching an eyebrow, it was shocking to see her not really be upset due to his slightly condescending tone. Then again, this had been a big improvement over their exchange as she cried. "It's so beautiful though. W-when did you make this?"

"At school. I'm in the Handicrafts Club."

He watched her smile, and tilt her head as she continued to admire the garment. The red lace at the bottom - he anticipated, if the measurements were right, that it would come down to her knees - and trimmed the scooped collar. A red ribbon was sewn around the waist - an homage to her shinigami uniform.

"You're so talented. I really didn't mind sleeping in your teeshirt though."

"...it wasn't the only reason."

Folding the nightdress over, Uryu took it back from Senna, folding it properly before handing it back to her.

"What?"

"It wasn't the only reason. My teeshirt...you've been upset lately. Unlike a certain someone, I notice emotions. I'm very-"

Before he knew it, her arms were around him.

"Stop talking about him. Don't bring him up again."

"It was simply to show you that I'm aware of your feelings."

"I know. And now you know how I feel about that. He's my friend still, but you're here for me."

It was his Quincy pride. Wasn't it? he had to be there for her. It was chivalrous, and correct. At least that's what he told himself as he wrapped his arms around her again.

"You're here for me. You're like my new hero. You may not have saved me from another world, but I don't know what I'd do now if it wasn't for you. Thank you, Uryu."

Looking straight ahead, he wasn't sure how to react to that. He was never in the limelight like that. This was something so small. His spotlight was always stolen by that damned shinigami. He wasn't used to anyone, especially a girl, thanking him. Kurosaki was always the one they went to. Inoue...Kuchiki...and the girls at school - but they only cared to the extent of his sewing. He knew that. He always told himself that it was because he intimidated them, it wasn't like it was a secret who held the top spot in their grade. Besides, he'd never initiate a conversation. Really-

"Uryu?"

Clenching his eyelids together, he was snapped out of his train of thought. She didn't know about his grades, besides the fact that he spent a decent amount of time studying. And they had an equal opportunity of initiating conversation with one another.

"My apologies. I was thinking."

"About what?"

He wouldn't tell her. Was it even any of her business?

"Nothing in particular. You don't need to thank me, I was simply doing the right thing."

How strange, a nightgown could have set this off. He was glad that she viewed him so highly, it was a nice change, really.

"You always do the right thing. That's one of the reasons why I like you."

He didn't even notice her look up to him as he blushed. What exactly was that supposed to mean?

"L-l-li-like?"

She giggled again, it broke his trance, causing him to look down to her as she pulled away, holding the nightgown in her right hand.

"That's right! Oh, look I can see your eyes now!"

The reflection from his glasses wasn't present now. She could see the shocked expression he held perfectly.

"What, are you new to someone being grateful to you? Get used to it!"

He watched her in silence as she ran off to put the nightgown on, not saying a word as she did. She liked him, she called him a 'hero,' and knew he'd be there for her...he couldn't argue with it if he wanted to.

Walking back over to the table, he drank the rest of his water, smiling, with the hope that once they wrote that letter, she'd forget about him, and whatever left over feelings she had for him completely.