Notes: Whether or not you have a thigh gap, that shouldn't determine your self worth. If you have one, great. If you don't, great. It shouldn't matter.
Plus, I hate that dumb argument that Orihime is too fat. And that Rukia is too skinny. Even with fictional characters we're shaming girls' bodies. Both are lovely and kick ass.
Summary: She doesn't see herself the way he sees her.
Rating: T+
Word Count: 469
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach.
a walking daydream
curves
"Do you think I'm fat?"
"Huh?"
Ichigo lifts his head from the book he had been reading on Orihime's bed and looks over at her as she stares at her reflection in the mirror. She's dressed in a pastel colored wool sweater and a pair of jeans that hug her shapely legs.
Orihime's mouth pulls downward, examining her body with a grain of salt. "I look fat, don't I?"
Ichigo jaw almost drops. If anything, he thinks she'll draw too much attention in that outfit. It's almost unfair the way her body is sculpted, dipping in then out at all his favorite places.
"You're kidding, right?"
She stays silent, placing her hands on her thighs with a calculating look on her face. There's something sad in that expression, a dissatisfaction. Orihime scrutinizes herself like the world's worst critic.
Ichigo is shocked by this.
It is quite obvious to the world how beautiful she is.
However, it's a pity it isn't obvious to her.
Because Orihime isn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. It's more than skin deep, reaching down to her soul. For that sparkle in her eyes when she talks about something she adores. How her goofy her grin is when she takes that first bite of a doughnut. The way she brings out the best in people without even trying.
She doesn't see herself the way he sees her.
But what Ichigo doesn't understand is that this beauty has backfired on her and made her so insecure. Girls have teased her as child and called her every mean name in the back, going as far as cutting her hair. Boys always made snide remarks about her chest and assumed dirty things about her.
Annoyed, Ichigo gets up and grabs Orihime by the waist. Ignoring her protests, he picks her up and carries her onto the bed. He then starts picking apart her clothes, not paying attention to Orihime's attempts to push him away, until she's completely bare before him.
Sparkling tears fill Orihime's eyes. "W-Why are you doing this?"
"Because," growls Ichigo, kissing every inch of her, "you need to understand."
She gasps, unprepared by this sudden onslaught. "Understand what?"
Ichigo takes her mouth, leaving her breathless. He nibbles on her full lower lip, muttering, "That you're fucking beautiful."
Orihime shudders uncontrollably as he reminds her how much he loves her breasts, her tummy, her hips, and her thighs. One hand digs into her waist while the other buries itself into her thick hair. Ichigo leans in, and whispers to her that there isn't one thing about her that he'd change.
"R-Really?" stammers out Orihime, her cheekbones covered in an enticing shade of pink.
Ichigo nods. "And if you don't believe, I'll remind you every day until you finally do."
So Orihime hugs him tight, letting Ichigo show her exactly how much her loves every part of her.