Drabble number 2 for the day! I'm just letting you guys know that maybe tomorrow I might either update only one drabble or maybe not at all. Saturdays are quite busy for me. I should be able to update at least 2 drabbles on Sunday though… so be happy for that! :D

Disclaimer:I don't own Bleach. That's all I have to say.

Ichigo had a feeling today was going to start out bad. First of all, he couldn't find his lucky socks. He was going to need them for his test today. Then, he tripped over the top stair and toppled down to the bottom of the stairs. His father then stepped on his head, and Ichigo was too angry to do anything about it. He wasn't able to eat breakfast since he had already woken up late. But the worst was to come.

Orihime Inoue wasn't in school today.

"She's sick, Ichigo. I thought she told you that she wasn't coming today?" Tatsuki told him during homeroom.

"What! I got no such message!"

"Check your phone."

Ichigo flipped open his cell and saw on the screen: 1 New Text Message. Crap.

He then ran out of the room and past sensei. "Hey, Ichigo! Where do you think you're going?!"

"Uhm, I gotta talk to the head!"

"Hmm. Okay."

"Okay?! I want to talk to the head, too!" Keigo barely went past an inch of the door when he was grabbed by his shirt.

"No, you're not. Sit back down."

"Aww, c'mon! That's unfair! Favoritism, I say! Favoritism!"

Ichigo ran out of school and headed towards Orihime's house. He knocked on her door and tried to catch his breath. The door opened ever so slightly and Ichigo saw Orihime's face.

"Kurosaki-kun! What are you doing here? Aren't you late for school? Oh my gosh! Have aliens invaded it?!"

"Uhm, I came to see you. Yes. No."

"You… came to see me?"

"Of course. You're sick. I came to see you."

"But, you could've come after school. Not that I mind you coming now. It's just, I don't want to be the reason as to why you're missing school."

"Eh, who cares? I'll make sure you get better." Orihime smiled and let him in.

She went back onto the couch, covering herself with a red blanket. Ichigo saw that right next to her was a box of tissues and a garbage can… already half full of used tissues.

"Are you hungry?" Ichigo asked from the kitchen.

Orihime opened her mouth to respond, but her stomach answered before her. Her face turned into a deep shade of red and she mumbled a yes.

"You don't mind chicken soup, do you?"

"No."

Ichigo was then able to take out all the ingredients that he needed and began to make the soup.

"Wow! Who knew Kurosaki-kun cooked!" Orihime watched him, wide-eyed and amazed.

He chuckled at her comment and gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

I really liked writing this one. :) Review and vote on my poll please!