If Inoue Orihime had to explain the apartment in one word, it would be boring.

Or dull.

Or ?

The walls were white, the furniture black, and the curtains a deep gray with some sort of weird pattern. She winced. So this is what he bought.

"It's..It's a little plain, isn't it, Kurosaki-kun?"

He shrugged, "I don't spend much time in here, anyway. I guess it could use some color."

A typical Ichigo answer.

If she knew then what she knew now, then Orihime would have explained in length what was wrong with the apartment. Sighing glumly, Orihime said goodbye to her boyfriend as he left for work. As she snuggled into the cooling bedsheets, she remembered his words from the first meeting of the apartment. A huge smile stretched onto her face.

"..It could use some color."

Ichigo wasn't the kind of man to show his discomfort towards his woman. If she wanted things a certain way, then he would gladly supply it, even if it meant some sort of pain on his end. But this wasn't the kind of pain he was expecting.

"I-Inoue, what...what happened?" He spluttered, turning around and around in the room as his mouth slowly fell agape. She smiled proudly from her seat on the floor, paint cans and brushes sprawled around her. He almost didn't want to show his unhappiness, her own cheery demeanor was so numbing, "You said it needed color, so I colored it!"

In any other case, Ichigo really wouldn't have minded it. A bit of color here and there would spring some life into the bland apartment. A turquiose hue was what the living room now sported, the kitchen was sunflower yellow, and the bathroom -from his slight glance- was a neon green.

Orihime stood in front of him now, eagerly taking his hands, "Don't you just love it?"

"..Love isn't the, uh, best word for this situation, Inoue."

"Hurry and see our bedroom!"

With a heavy sigh, he followed her into the room, and was flabbergasted as to why she thought that this was going to be a good idea. Then, he softened. She really was thinking of him when she did this.

The walls were a dark blue, while the furniture and bedding was black and white. Ichigo felt a smile tug at his lips.

"Even though there's tons of color everywhere else," Orihime started, "You can still come back here and relax."

Despite her being drenched in various colors, Ichigo wrapped his arms around her lovingly. The paint soaked deep into his shirt, but he could care less. All that mattered now was her thoughtfulness, and the gentle squeezing from her arms. A smile tugged at his lips,

"Thanks, Inoue."