Author's Note: Totally sorry for not updating for a long time, since I was banned for a few weeks from a forum that gave me most of my inspiration, I didn't have much will to write. Not to mention I just got a new job, new semester in school, a ton of classes. Blah! Also, sorry if this is a bit short, or Ishida is OOF, I can't exactly get his persona right sometimes.
Knitted Flowers
To: Concetta
The somewhat offish Quincy sat alone in the back of the class, reading a somewhat random book that he picked up somewhere, his mind was rushed with so much information, or maybe just ideas for his next knitting project. His glasses began to slide down his nose, and the soft spring breeze flowed into the classroom.
"What's the whole point? There's no-one to give it to even if I do make something." Ishida said underneath his breath, setting down the book on the table, leaning back on his chair.
"Hey! I was reading that!" The high-pitched voice, feminine voice shocked him as he nearly fell off his chair.
Turning around quickly, his eyes quickly readjusted from the rather large breasts displayed before him and into the eyes of Orihime, "Oh! Orihime! You were reading my book on knitting?" He ask, regaining his composure.
The brunette stood up straight, "I suppose so, but I can never do it just right."
"Well, you didn't have to peek over my shoulder, you could just ask!"
"Yea, but it's too embarrassing." She admitted.
Ishida sighed heavily, "Okay. Do you want me to show you how to knit sometime?"
A large grin came over her, "Really? You mean it!"
Ishida forced a somewhat fake smile, maybe not fake, but it still was a smile, "Yes, I do mean it."
"So can I come over to where you live and watch?" She asked, too enthusiastically.
Ishida fought back the sudden redness he felt in his cheeks, "W-what? My house? U-um, I was going to show you in school."
"Aw, I wanted to see what your house was like!"
"A-alight, I g–g-guess it's okay." Ishida's voice cracked unnaturally, something that never happened to him. What was that? I've had girls at my house before, so why am I so nervous?
"So does that mean I can come over sometime?"
"I suppose so. Maybe tomorrow if you want. I don't have anything really planned." Actually I did, but that doesn't matter.
"Yay! Thanks Ishida!" She sputtered off into the classroom, as she pranced around, nearly falling several times.
Leaning back on his chair, Ishida pushed up his glasses, "What have I gotten myself into?"
