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Ichigo x Lisa
Knot
She was a Gordian knot of complexities, and he didn't have a fucking clue where to start.
He was quiet, she told him to speak more. When he played his guitar, she told him he was giving her a headache. He tried to buy her gifts, she told him he was wasting his money, but when he saved it up she accused him of aiming for pointless things, whatever that meant. He went out for a drink (or, rather, Renji dragged him out) and she scowled at him and made sarcastic comments about him not caring about his work, but she got offended when he was fastidious with it too, as if she was taking it as a personal offence that he wasn't leaving her something to do for herself.
She scowled, and she still read things that made him blush. She had a pretty smile, but he so rarely got to see it that sometimes he forgot.
But then again, she understood him, too. He had never been comfortable with physical affection, and she was okay about that, and sometimes he went into dark moods when he remembered all the battles and the things he had seen, and she understood not to talk to him then. And sometimes she wanted to talk and he didn't, and sometimes he wanted to help her and she wouldn't let him, and sometimes it was all so complicated that it just made him want to throw the towel in.
And whenever he thought this, he was convinced that she knew, because those were always the moments when she chose to look at him with a piercing stare, as if trying to see all the way through him every part of him, all at once.
Then she would smile, and he would think that she may well have been complicated as sin, but he was no better.
At least, after all, they understood each other.