Gin groaned, and slowly lifted a hand to his head. Running into that locker wasn't a good idea. Though in his defence, he hadn't meant to. He'd meant to make a clean getaway, not nearly knock himself out. Damn, he couldn't even move to run away, the world was still spinning. He closed his eyes, willing it to stop.
"Owwww," he whined, slowly opening his eyes again. On second thought, knocking himself unconscious would've been better, because everyone was staring now. Some were even laughing.
"Gin?" called a familiar voice.
"Gin, are you okay?"
Correction, make that 'voices'. Rangiku and sousuke were looking down at him, kneeling by his side.
"Gin groaned again. "My head hurts," was all he could manage.
"Yeah, running headfirst into a locker will do that," Ran smiled.
Gin scowled at her. "Well I know that now."
"Are you okay, Gin?" Sousuke asked. "Do you think you can walk to the fourth?"
Despite the dizziness – and probably a concussion – Gin could feel his cheeks burn wth embarrassment. Great, jus' great, he thought. If the ground could open up an' swallow me whole right about now, that'd be grand...
But of course, that was simply too much to ask of the universe. So he had to die quietly of embarrassment in plain view of everyone.
"I... I think so..." he answered, slowly moving to sit up. Still a little disorientated.
"Are you sure?" Sousuke asked, smiling gently. "Because I can carry you if you're still a bit wobbly."
Gin burst into high, nervous laughter at that - because his embarrassment had to express itself somehow – and sat bolt upright. "Hahahaha, no I'm fine!" he trilled. "who's Gin?"
Rangiku giggled behind her hand quietly, and Sousuke gave an amused little grin.
"Oh dear," Rangiku said, "I think he hit his head a bit too hard."
"It's alright," sousuke smiled warmly. Only heating Gin's cheeks even more. "I'll take him to the fourth."
"Ah!" Gin gasped as the man moved to lift him up. "N-nn-no-no-no-no-no! You don't hafta carry-"
Gin's eyes sht wide open as Sousuke gently scooped Gin up into his arms.
"-me." Gin squeaked. But it was too late. He was already being carried away like a princess, a damsel in distress, by Sousuke. Who didn't make a bad Prince charming if he actually thought about it. After all, there were worse Prince Charming's out there. But that might've just been the concussion thinking.
Even so, he flushed beetroot red at the thought. And at the fact he was actually being held. By Aizen Sousuke.
"Oh, wow..." Gin grinned, giddy with excitement at it all. Unable to form a single coherent thought now. "Arms."
Sousuke just chuckled softly at him. Though not unkindly. "Yes," he agreed. "I have arms."
Gin flushed even redder and vowed to keep silence before he embarrassed himself even more. Though Shinsou told him it was already a bit late for that.