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Hisagi x Tatsuki
Corridor
He saw many interesting things at Karakura High School, where he had been posted on the rota to keep an eye on the actions of one Ichigo Kurosaki. There was permanently a high-ranking shinigami watching the substitute, now that he had inadvertently become one of the strongest shinigami in all of history, as the 'authorities' in the Soul Society were worried that he would come to oppose them, just as Aizen had done in the Winter War.
Which, he had concluded on the second day of duty, was rubbish.
Ichigo Kurosaki was as loyal to the Soul Society as he himself was, and as for his character… he realised in seconds that although Ichigo was abrasive, indifferent and a little rude, there was no reason why he would turn tail and attack.
He was pretty sure, in light of this, that this posting was entirely pointless, not to mention painfully boring. Or would have been, at least, if it had not been for a certain girl.
He caught her eye in the corridor outside the science labs, where she was waiting for her friend. There was such a look of intense fierceness in her eyes, such a disinterested barrier, that he paused, for just a moment. She was strangely different to the other vapid girls here- she looked aware, and ready. It was refreshing.
He turned his head, slightly to one side, as he watched Ichigo come up behind her, and rub his knuckles into her hair. So, she was a friend of his… he supposed, then, that he would meet her soon enough.
This soon enough, it became apparent, meant the lunchtime the next day, when Ichigo dragged him over to be introduced to the normal half of Ichigo's group of friends (although calling Ishida a friend of Ichigo might be pushing it somewhat).
She stuck her hand out.
"Tatsuki."
He nodded.
"I saw you in the corridor the other day."
She raised her eyebrow, obviously unsure of what to say.
"Oh, I'm Shuuhei Hisagi, by the way."
She nodded, and smiled. He felt his stomach flip, when she turned those eyes on him. There was something wonderfully hard about them.
Their handshake lasted for just a little bit too long, and was starting to attract just a little too much attention from the rest of the group, who were staring at them both with the abject curiosity that only bored teenagers could have in other people's business.
As Hisagi sat down, he felt her foot press against his ankle lightly, and wondered if those stories of making-out behind the bike-sheds were as true as people claimed.
Going by the smile that she quickly flashed him, he reckoned he might have a chance to find out.