The bell rung after what seemed like hours, everyone filing outside and making a mad dash to their lockers, the vibrant haired teenager sighing as he leaned his forehead against the steel container with his eyes halfway shut, Orihime waving as she passed, thinking he noticed her.
"Bye, Ichigo," she smiled, walking past and towards the door, a worried look crossing her features once she noticed that he didn't reply. "...maybe something is bothering him..."
Hichigo,
"What do ya want?"
...well...I, He slowly reopened his eyes and pushed away from the locker, auburn eyes slowly hazing over with confusion, no, it's nothing, never mind.
"Ya sure? Ya sound like you...well...lemme put it this way," the albino sighed, shaking his head, "went t' the burnin' abyss and back."
"Really now?" Ichigo muttered, slinging his dark orange bag over his shoulder, the number fifteen sewed into the side, turning and walking through the empty halls and out the door, looking up at the sky with his lips parted, eyes half-lidded. "I didn't notice. I was so worried about you," He took in some air slowly and released it, "I actually failed my Math test."
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Ichigo blinked, staring at Hichigo, the snow white haired form sitting on the sideways skyscrapper, looking up at him with saddened eyes.
"Sorry...King," he breathed as he dropped his head, causing Ichigo to quirk a brow and kneel down next to him, placing a hand on his opposites shoulder, causing Hichigo's head to snap up, "I...Ichigo?"
"You apologize for once, though it's not your fault," he chuckled, bowing his bright colored head, "I'm impressed, Hichigo,"
The lightly tanned teen lifted his head and wrapped his arms around the wide eyed albino, whose breath hitched at the sudden motion, heart and mind racing. Hoisting his left hand up, he placed it shyly and hesitantly on the High Schooler's back. Dropping his forehead onto the shinigami's shoulder, chocking back the tears that wanted to release.
Joy raging throughout his whole entity.
"...Ichigo..." he whimpered, tightening his grasp on the young Kurosaki, shifting his face so it was buried in the nape of the shinigami's neck. "Thank...you,"
"Heh," Ichigo let a smile cross his handsome features, "you're welcome...Hichigo."