Like a Chair to the Head
With all of the yaoi references, one would think I owned Bleach, yes? But I don't.
"Kurosaki-kun! Kurosaki-kun!" Orihime bounded over to the orange haired boy at lunch. "I made you an onigiri, do you want to try it?"
Ichigo took the offered food and smiled at the girl. "Thanks, Inoue." He took a bite of it, chewing slowly. Before he even swallowed, he looked up at her, "This is really good, I'll have to make you something in return."
"N-no, Kurosaki-kun, that's alright, I make it because I-" She covered her mouth quickly. The orange haired boy looked at her, eyebrow quirked. "No, it's nothing. I'm glad you liked it, bye!" She rushed away, apparently to talk to someone else.
Rukia stared after her beside Ichigo. "She's not very subtle, is she?"
"Like a chair to the head," Tatsuki replied, following after her friend. "Talk to you guys later."
Ichigo blinked a couple times, looking at all of his friends. "What?"
A/N: Whore-Ray for clueless Ichigo. He wouldn't notice Orihime's feelings if she wrote 'I LOVE KUROSAKI ICHIGO!' on her chest.
2 Mins.