I don't own Bleach.

Wrongly Reasons Feelings

"Well then, this ends this lesson. Just wanted to remind you punks we have a small school dance tonight, so think carefully about your dates for the evening! Well then, don't overstuff!" Ochi-sensei happily announced as the class was released for lunch.

Keigo was planning so far into his asking Rukia out, Mizuiro had a hard time not comparing it to a marriage proposal.

"Don't even think about it." Rukia mumbled at Ichigo as she stood up with her boxed lunch in hand.

"Humph, like anyone'd want a pmsing 10-times their age Shinigami as their date."

He half blushed at the topic, and she left in a rather frenzied rage. Michiru sighed at the small scene, oddly enough, feeling encouraged by it towards what she was going to do as she followed Ichigo out of the classroom.

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"Aaaah, Kuchiki-san, I missed you!" Chizuru declared as she turned to jump on Rukia in a hug. Tatsuki's foot connecting with the side of her face proved to be a sufficient enough diversion. Rukia blinked as she sat down on the lawn next to the rest of the girls.

"But still, to just disappear like that…" Chizuru pondered from her spot against the tree where Tatsuki had kicked her.

"Mah, as long as Kuchiki-san's feeling better it's ok, na?" Orihime smiled as she extracted her meal, which was surprisingly enough a normal packed lunch.

"Tatsuki-chan's mother made it for me!" She chirped happily in explanation.

"Ah… sou…" Rukia replied and was about to dig into her own meal when she caught sight of Ichigo not too far away from the group of girls. She opened her mouth to say something, but before even she herself knew what she was about to say, her lips tightened into a fine line as she spotted Michiru next to him.

"Eeeh, Michiru's actually going for it!" Mahana said with an air of amazement and awe, as more and more the blush on Michiru's cheeks was visible even from afar.

The conversation topic seemed to be something either personal or embarrassing as neither would look the other in the eye. Eventually silence fell as it seemed the girl was expecting a reaction from the boy. After a moment he sighed, and with a hand scratching the back of his neck gave her, apparently, the answer she must've wanted, because the girl practically beamed at him before waving and dashing off towards her friends. She slowed down, though, once she noticed Rukia watching her. Upon noticing this, Rukia turned away to deal with her juice box, finding strange comfort in knowing how to operate the straw.

"Eh, so so, were you invited to the party tonight yet?" Mahana asked as Michiru sat down, avoiding everyone's glances.

"Humph! The only one I need by my side at any time is my Hime-chan!" Chizuru declared as she jumped at Orihime again only to again be stopped by Tatsuki.

"I've been asked a few times…" Orihime began, gaining everyone's interest. "…but they were all too weird for me!"

A statement which most around her doubted, but let slide.

"How about you, Kuchiki-san?" Chizuru tried again, putting on her best innocent smile.

"Who needs boys anyway, huh! We'll show them all who's boss when we'll come together and that basta – I mean, Kurosaki'll come alone..."

"He won't be alone." Came Michiru's voice, stopping anything from coming out of Rukia's mouth.

"Eh? How do you know that, Michiru-chan?" Orihime asked innocently, blinking even more at the shadow that crept over Michiru's eyes.

"I asked him." Came the blunt reply.

"Eh? Then, who is he going with?" Came the next innocent question. Michiru's expression became more and more a frustrated frown.

"No, I meant…"

"That you asked him out yourself." Tatsuki finished, looking intently at Michiru.

"Ah, sou! So then he said he was already going out with someone else?" Orihime tried again, but before Michiru could reply, Tatsuki did, her tone of voice and the look in her eyes sending a shiver down Michiru's back.

"He… probably agreed to go out with you… didn't he?"

"He did." Came the simple yet somewhat victorious reply. No one noticed Rukia choking on her drink as the only sound heard between the half glared Michiru and Tatsuki were aiming at each other were Orihime's deep 'hmm's as she seemed deep in thought – "I can't see it after all."

"Huh?" came the unanimous reply to which Rukia joined, once she was able to breathe again.

"If it were Kurosaki-kun and I, I probably wouldn't be able to stop laughing at his funny face, and he'd look at me in that serious way of his, and I'll end up laughing harder. If it were Kuchiki-san I can see her standing on his shoulders with Kan'Onji-san's pose while he's yelling at her to get off of him."

"Wait just a –" Rukia tried, but Orihime was unstoppable by then.

"And if it were even Tatsuki-chan, say, they'd definitely look for gangs underneath bridges and beat them up, sort of like a pair of masked super-heroes!"

"I'm definitely getting the cooler mask." Tatsuki declared, not taking her eyes off of Michiru as she was used to Orihime's nonsense. Said redheaded girl then crossed her arms and frowned thoughtfully.

"But then, if it were Michiru-chan…"

"If it were me?" The girl demanded, looking at Orihime intently. Orihime shook her head sadly.

"I can't see a single image."

"And what's that supposed to mean!"

"Ara?"

The dark tone Michiru used made everyone look at her. Tatsuki was half glaring, while Chizuru was halfway to panic as she kept looking from her to Orihime and back.

"So what you're basically saying is… I can't do it? I'm not good enough for Kurosaki-kun!"

"Michiru-chan, I…"

"Why!" Michiru screamed as she looked at Orihime, tears in her eyes. "Because I'm not some princess-wannabe!" Rukia's eyes widened lightly at the look that was sent in her direction but chose to look away, biting her lip.

"Because my breast aren't bigger than my head each!" Orihime blinked cluelessly; Tatsuki's hands clenched into fists.

"Listen, you-" She began but that only served to bring Michiru's attention to her.

"Oh I know, I'm not enough of a tomboy, am I, Tatsuki!" Michiru asked, her eyes filling with tears.

"Because I don't pick fights and my hair's short but not that much and it's straight, unlike a guy's… but then again you two 'aren't that way', are you, Tatsuki!"

"Won't you just shut up and listen!" Tatsuki tried again, but Michiru covered her ears and shook her head.

"I won't! Why… aren't I good enough! Am I too normal! Why… why are you three the only ones who can get close to him!" She finished as she turned and ran away from the group. Chizuru tried to follow only to have Tatsuki grab her wrist.

"Let her be. If she's that set on being an ass there's nothing we can say she'll listen to." For the first time perhaps since they met, Chizuru nodded, agreeing with the one who normally was her sworn enemy.

"Tatsuki-chan…" Orihime began gently and her best friend turn to look at her questioningly.

"Short haired's Tatsuki-chan. I'm Orihime so that's princess… but then… who's the third girl she was talking about?"

Ryou was the only one still standing after that, and she calmly packed her things and left.