Hi everyone! I am back after a long month, I'm sorry! I've been super busy with school and whatnot... Also it's Agario. Fuckin Agario with a little dot in the middle. Holy shit. Anyway, this chapter should get more into the good stuff (no not sex). I'll be introducing a new character :3. Alright well, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or the character.

I shivered, pulling my bag over my shoulder and closer to my body. It's been three months and it's officially winter. The trees lost all of their beautifully teasing warm colours in favour for bare limbs and chilling weather. Snow had yet to fall, which was surprising in and of itself, since it was nearly the end of November.

I headed towards the school, the ever so dreaded destination that haunted my thoughts now. I hated going there and feeling the pitied stares and looks, the small smiles and "I'm sorry for your loss"s. Plus every teacher letting me get away with everything and giving me extra points on tests. I hated it there.

But Orihime and Chad wanted me to go, so I did. I still made the perfect grades I needed that would let me graduate plenty early, but there was nothing interesting anymore.

Besides Wing Chun and the YouTubers I frequented, barely anything interested me.

I sighed to myself. These troubling thoughts were often on my mind, it was just normal now.

Finally, I arrived at the school, the large building coming into view. I stopped at the front gates, taking in the full view of it. The four sections for the four different years, the multiple yards for the different sports, and the tall main building, topped with a rooftop fit for break and lunch. Shiro and I would go up there with all of our friends and laugh and get mad at each other and have playful fights and-

Stop thinking about him.

I pushed the thoughts away and continued towards the school. My first class was history, something I didn't even need to pay attention to anymore. I practically knew every detail and aspect of what has happened on Earth, so I barely needed the class. But I continued on anyway.

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Just five more seconds...

Ringggg

I shot out of my chair, bag already packed. I threw my bag over my shoulder and walked out of the classroom, leaving the damned place behind.

My next destination was Wing Chun, the place I would usually go for release. Everything else was bland and wasn't worth trying to make cheerful. Besides Jack and Mark.

The two YouTubers that I watched for hours on end we're the things keeping me the happiest. I've heard multiple people say that it's really sad that someone in a completely different place, and country, even, and behind a screen was what was keeping me okay. But it didn't really matter to me, because I wasn't the only one. There were thousands of people, even millions, that count on these two morons to keep them happy. Maybe it was the beautiful sound of Jack's smooth accent, or Mark's stupid sense of humour that kept me coming back, but I still thoroughly enjoyed watching them.

My thoughts came to a halt when I reached the place I had been nearly unconsciously walking towards: the studio.

My martial arts skills have been significantly improved since my time there, though short. I felt safer, at least. Since the incident, I'd always felt useless because I hadn't been able to save him. That was something I couldn't forgive myself for. I probably was always going to be useless, but it felt better to know that I wasn't completely helpless.

"Hey, Uryu-kun!" Urahara chirped from the back of the studio, happy as ever.

"Hello," I said, nodding respectfully at my teacher/friend.

"Oo Uryu's here?" Yoruichi said, popping out of absolutely nowhere. I looked at her and nodded and she smiled brightly at me.

"You know class doesn't start for another hour or so, right?" Isshin said, stepping out from behind me.

I bit my lip, a bad nervous habit of mine, and nodded. "Yes, I just thought I might practice before everyone gets here..."

He shrugged and gestured towards the props. "Alright. Use what you like, but don't break them."

I nodded and thanked him. He frowned, showing the side of himself that rarely appeared. "You should smile every once in a while, you know?"

I swallowed thickly and nodded. Yoruichi suddenly appeared from behind him and grabbed onto his ear, sensing the tense atmosphere around us. "C'mon stupids, we're going to the café to get some coffee." She said, dragging both Urahara and Isshin out the door.

I couldn't help but smile at the scene, and placed a hand over my mouth to cover it. But, Yoruichi gave one last look behind her and saw it and smiled back.

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After about forty five minutes of me practicing alone, other people of the class started showing up. The first one was Hanataro and Ganju, a person he seemed rather attached to. They strolled in, looked around for the masters, then approached me to ask where they were. I told them that they left and that I was practicing.

Ten minutes after their arrival, seven other people had arrived and the three masters had finally come back.

"Okay everyone! Let's get ready to do this thing!" Yoruichi yelled over the small chatter. Everyone reached into their bags to grab a couple water bottles or something else. I picked up my water bottle from the ground and headed over to find a spot on the blue and grey mats. Once everyone had settled, the masters began their stretches.

When they finished with all the normal stretches, I reached down the tie my shoelaces and Urahara began to say, "Okay, so today we're going to learn a rather complicated set of moves. It works for-"

Suddenly, a figure burst through the doors of the studio, stopping Urahara in his sentence.

"Oi! You were supposed to-" The person cut off, probably realizing they were interrupting. I sat back up, trying to get a look at whoever it was.

Isshin suddenly jumped from his spot on the mats and practically glomped the figure at the door, jarring my view of him even more. "My dear son! Oh, I'm so glad to see you~!"
I winced at his words, having never heard Isshin use that sort of tone with anyone.

"Hey! Quit it, Goatface!" The person yelled angrily, shoving his (apparently) father off of him.

I finally got a good look and froze.

I must have been in heaven because standing in the door way was the coloured version of my Shiro.

PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. I'm so sorry! This took over a month to write so it's been like two months I know omg I'm so sorry. But I got it done! I have been so damn busy with school so I haven't even had time to get on my computer. I'm going to try to type up that Septiplier fanfiction and I might even do a Christmas oneshot or something bc omg I'm so sorry. I really hope this is good. Anyway, thank you to everyone that has favourited followed or reviewed, I really appreciate it! Have a nice day! Happiness!