Disclaimer: I do not own any of Bleach; they belong to Tite Kubo. This is just an AU fanfic.
When it was lunchtime, everyone in class 3-1 headed for the canteen; everyone but Ichigo and Momo who preferred eating in the classroom; it was not against the rules anyway.
Ichigo took out a bottle of energy drink and a hotdog sandwich made by his sister, and he munched on it with delight. Momo took out her homemade bentou and gave grace to the food before eating it.
"So do you find this class to be okay?" Ichigo asked, trying to start a conversation with the new girl. Momo gulped in what she was chewing before she gave the orange head her answer, "I don't find the class to be bad, and the teacher is pretty nice. Well all in all, everything is okay. How about you?"
Ichigo shrugged his shoulders, "I believe that it is just like the old years. Differences: new classmates and teacher but other than that, I think it is all just the same. Same noise, same this and that, same break-up from a girl who cheated on me... !" Ichigo gasped at what just slipped past his tongue.
Momo widened her eyes when she heard what he said too. "A girl cheated on you?" She repeated, Ichigo just gave a dismissing wave, "Forget it. Let's just go eat until the bell rings again." Momo wanted to know but she didn't want to hurt the berry about it so she continued eating her lunch without having to say another word to him.
I'm sorry, Ichigo. You really are a nice guy but I love Ulquiorra and I hope that you don't take this too personally. He makes me feel things that I never felt with you and I want to be with him. Don't worry there are girls out there who you are better with. Goodbye.
Ichigo got mad that he pounded his fist on his chair, causing the drink to almost fall. Good thing Momo caught the bottle in time.
"Sorry about that." Ichigo apologized and Momo said that it was okay, giving the plastic container to him. He thanked her and took it, finishing the remaining liquid.
Momo could not help but look at the orange head, as he seemed to have a past that he didn't want to mention.
When class was already over, the students walked out the classroom and went for the doors that led to outside the school. Ichigo almost left the classroom though saw that Momo was still on her seat, looking out the window and seeming kind of worried about something.
Somehow, since Orihime broke up with him he never showed concern for any girl but this one was different.
"Hey, Hinamori. Is anything wrong?" He asked going close to her. Momo turned to him, chocolate meeting hazel for a second before looking down on her lap.
"I'm just not sure. I'm afraid about going home alone now, since what happened yesterday. I fear that people might gang up on me again." Ichigo understood her. "If you want, I could walk you to your home if you mind." Momo blushed a little at this.
"Is it alright with you? My house is kind of far from here and you might go home late." She said out of worry. "Don't think about it. I'm always late for dinner in my house. So this is okay." Momo was a little quiet for a moment.
"Okay, if that is what you want. I could use a little help in directions too, 'cause I get lost sometimes."
"So you actually just moved here to Karakura Town." Ichigo said. "Yeah, about two months ago." She said, not wanting to explain that it was because of what her parents did. "You know, this may seem like a problem-free street though you should watch out when the evening comes."
"Thanks for the tips. I was glad that you were there to save me yesterday. Oh, here is my house." Momo stopped in front of a one-story house that was big enough for three people.
"Is it okay if you come in? It's the best I could do to thank you." Ichigo agreed and entered, dropping of his converse on the doorstep. When he noticed a pair of designer sandals, he got curious.
"You live with someone?" Momo nodded, though Rangiku wasn't home yet. Momo went for the kitchen to prepare tea. Ichigo just stayed in the living room, noticing that it was spotless and all clean. She was actually very good in household chores, he thought.
Seeing the remote control next to him, he pressed the button 'On' and the TV went on, showing right on time his favorite show. Momo was in the living room again, holding a tray with a teapot and two cups filled with hot tea.
Ichigo took a cup and blew it a little before sipping it, surprised to how good it tasted. "Does it taste bad?"
"No, I actually love this taste. It is really nice." Ichigo said with honesty and Momo was surprised to how direct he was, that her cheeks became pink. She was shy, Ichigo thought.
"Oh, you like this show? I like it too. And I always love the ending song, it's really sweet." Momo commented. "I'm surprised, only a few like this show though. Many said that it was boring, though they just didn't look deep into the story. I'm glad that this is a favorite of yours though." Momo continued, smiling towards Ichigo.
They talked to each other as they watched the show and drank tea. Momo laughed at the jokes that Ichigo would bring up, and the latter would smile at her opinion of many things.
Ichigo appreciates the type of person she is, though it didn't mean that he trusts her that easy, as he thinks that she might be like Orihime even just the bit. Momo found the orange head to be nice and unique, though was a little afraid of him because she started to like him a little, and she fears that it will grow big then they'll get into a relationship then they'll end up like their parents.
If Ichigo knew this, he would understand her very well since something like that is traumatizing.
"Oh, it's kind of late. I should get home." Ichigo said, taking his school bag and hurrying outside the door, waving goodbye to Momo. The peach waved goodbye, feeling her heart fluttering like a butterfly's wings.
She was always distant with boys as she always had difficulty in interacting with the opposite sex, and Ichigo was the first who she was able to get along with well. Sighing, she just went to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
Ichigo was walking down the street, looking around to make sure that there were no punks around waiting to beat him up. Good thing there weren't, and he remembered Momo.
Since what happened he never talked to women that much, until when Momo came. Though he was still cautious, not wanting to be betrayed or hurt again. Sighing, he went back home and dodged all of his father's blows, ate dinner and went upstairs to sleep.
When both the peach and the strawberry fell asleep, the last thing on their mind before they started dreaming about weird things, were each other.
A/N: I'm sorry for the length. But I'll make sure the story stays good.