It was lunch now at Karakura High and up on the roof of the school Rukia sat with Ichigo. She had her well-packed lunch made by you(she never had to worry about going hungry) and in it she found a note that read with small drawings:

Dear Miss Kuchiki,

It has come to my attention you might be struggling with certain aspects of your lunch. Preferably your drink, please follow the provided images to better help you become acquainted or a custom to using it. If you require or request any assistance do not hesitate.

Sincerely,

Miss Bishop

P.S.

Do enjoy your lunch with your friends or friend there is enough to share :)

Rukia finished reading it and took a good long look at the juice box and your detailed drawings. She detached the straw, with unparalleled focus, ripped off the plastic covering it, and inserted it into the small circle foil.

And it went so smoothly. Rukia was aghast that she couldn't stop her jaw from dropping.

"If you keep your mouth open like that a fly will go in," Ichigo said with a bit snide.

Rukia closed her mouth and shot him a glare, "Shut up!" She snapped a bit flustered and quickly composed herself, "I was learning something important."

"Important? Really? Like what?"

Rukia proudly held up her juice box, Ichigo looked on bewildered, then noticed her note and pointed at it.

"What's with the note?" He asked.

Rukia snatched it closed, red creeping over her cheeks. "It's nothing!"

Ichigo was tempted to push further but left it alone. Just then Mizurio arrived to join Ichigo and was surprised to see them, again, eating lunch. He even pointed it out, and Ichigo quickly rebuked his statement. Soon after Keigo arrives and joins them and is surprised to see Ichigo and Rukia together. Prompting Mizurio to say Ichigo invited her.

As they ate Chad arrived and joined them, and with him he bought a caged white parakeet.

"Whoa! Orihime that's a packed lunch!" Tatsuki exclaimed amazed at the food Orihime had."How'd you make that?"

Orihime smiled brighter than ever with some modesty as some of the other girls, Mahana Natsui, Ryō Kunieda, Chizuru, and Michiru Ogawa, gathered around to look. Her lunch was indeed plentiful, more than her usual, a cucumber salad with tomatoes, and carrots, sprinkled on sesame seeds and light dressing, and a few other things. Fried rice, tonkatsu freshly made with ginger and mint gravy. A handful of blueberries and a few other delicious items with a soft slice of cake.

"This lunch looks better than your last couple," Michiru gapped then looked at her lunch disapprovingly, "I wish my lunch looked that good."

Ryo nodded approvingly, "A significant change from your usual bread eating."

Tatsuki affectionately patted Orihime on the head, "Huh guess you're learning a lot in class. You might be as good as Miss Bishop. Right Miss Bishop." She said looking over at you sitting at your desk.

You didn't hear her or much if anything of what the girls said, your eyes were fixed on the work before of you. Your hand holding the pen marking and circling every error your eyes came across with seamless efficiency. You looked relaxed and composed a picture of serenity. The girls stared in awe at your calming presence. Not a single wrinkle out of place, hair withheld by your torn yellow headband, or sign of annoyance. The only other movement was your free hand, lightly holding the crystal spear of your chocker. Your milky, short-sleeved ruffled collar blouse only added to the presentation your presented.

"She's so perfect," Michiru fawned smiling.

Mahana nodded, "She's so cool! She's got to be the pinnacle of a woman. I can't believe she works as a teacher." She whispered the last part and added, "Honestly she should have been a model or something. I mean just look at her."

"I'm always looking," Chizuru Honshō devilishly smirked adjusting her glasses and slinging an arm over Orihime's shoulder, "what Miss Bishop has in womanly charm you my lovey Hime have in girlish charm."

Orihime looked at her confused until Tatsuki snatched Chizuru away.

"Back off!" She snarled staring furiously.

Chizuru was unfazed but kept her distance and returned to looking at you.

"You know most of the boys like her," Michiru said.

Tatsuki shrugged her shoulders, "That's not surprising. Mizurio especially."

"No way!" Mahana's mouth drops, "Really?" She takes a minute to mull over it when it clicked, "You're right! He does give her gifts. I thought it was just a mother thing but now that I think about it and what he's into, it makes sense."

"He wouldn't have a chance with Miss Bishop," Tatsuki affirmed boldly.

Some of the girls become curious. "Why," Michiru innocently asked.

Mahana had an answer, "She has a man in life that's why."

Chizuru let out a horrified gasp, "That's a lie!"

"No. Someone like Miss Bishop has a man. Whoever it is, clearly has good taste. Why wouldn't she be? Look at her!"

"Is she Tatsuki?" Mahana asked turning to her, "You know her."

Tatsuki thought about it, "I don't think so. I mean it's possible, but it's been years since I've seen her. If she does she doesn't show it."

"She doesn't," Chizuru huffed, "there's no ring. Which means she's free for anyone to love her. Thankfully I'm available."

"Watch it," Tatsuki warned, balling up a fist.

The two began squabbling, Orihime and the others toned them out. They started eating their lunch, which Orihime kindly shared.

"It's delicious!" Mahana gushed, "How is it this good!"

Michiru ate her share and squealed delightedly, "It's like magic. So out of this world. Orihime!" She ate some more.

Orihime ate her lunch and it was savory and heavenly with each bite. A sense of comfort and warmth enveloped her like a warm blanket. The tenderness of the tonkatsu had the right crunch. The gravy accompanying it was like a joyful spring day. Orihime felt her spirits lift, she could taste every bit of emotion you put in here, especially dedication. As she ate she stole glances at you, you hadn't looked up once from your work. You truly held to the words you said and more. Security had quietly set in Orihime that she didn't express to the others, a security that was gone years ago and now...it seemed to return. The others, Orihime quietly looked at her friends Tatsuki and Chizuru finally stopped and joined them, didn't know the lengths you went to. Besides making lunch, you provided more nutritious meals and other things.

Orihime didn't understand why Tatsuki alluded to you like the moon and why...Ichigo acted the way he did with you considering who you were to him. By all accounts, she didn't see it.

"But imagine if she is!" Mahana said whispering determinedly, making sure you hadn't heard. Orihime returned her attention back to her friends wondering what they were talking about.

Tatsuki gave Mahana a disbelieving look, "She's not." She said flatly.

Mahana didn't relent, "But what if she is? Just imagine."

"I'm not. Because Mis Bishop isn't."

"Miss Bishop isn't what?" Orihime innocently asked, "What isn't she?"

"Royalty. That's what," Tatsuki answered filling her in, thumbing at you, "Yeah, Miss Bishop is classy but no way is she near that level. It's just how she carries herself. It's always been how she's carried herself. So stop making up ideas!"

Ryo set her book down for a moment, "I disagree. It could be possible, there've been stories of runaway royals hiding in plain sight. Trying to blend in with normal people, while secretly hiding who they are. Most of the time it's to avoid an arranged marriage."

Tatsuki let out an annoyed groan, "Seriously? Not you too!"

Orihime began thinking about the idea, "I wonder who the prince could be? Why would Miss Bishop run away from such a marriage?"

"Orihime. Please no!"

The girls laugh heartily among themselves, it reached you and for a moment your focus broke. You lift your eyes and quietly observed them, the sight and sounds began like threads, weaving together a tapestry of memories from your life before. They were filled the moment before you. You were younger of course...everyone was...all of you sitting on a rooftop after patrol and relaxing. Or back in the lair on the couch watching something funny on television. Master Splinter was in his room meditating. Another memory came...with you with your sister April, the guys in the dojo for training...with Master Splinter when Mikey did something that caused everyone to laugh. Even Master Splinter.

The girls' laughter continued, and with each smile exchanged, laughter shared, and gesture of affection, a gentle tug on your heartstrings echoed the moments you had once experienced. You felt as if time stood still, and those memories surrounded you like echoed phantoms, replaying visible in your mind.

You began to feel a soft smile form on your lips as you felt the warmth of familiarity begins to wash over you. Your hand holding the pen began to slightly tremble and a tinge of immeasurable pain rose in your heart, wiping away the soft smile that almost formed. You couldn't become trapped in such...memories...such moments. The pain increased the longer the girls' laughter continued. With every ounce of strength you possessed, you willed yourself to push down the turmoil that threatened to consume you and held your breath. You waited for a few seconds, slowly exhale, and compose yourself. That smile and your focus returned, gripping your pen you go back to finishing correcting the work.

Suddenly a knock came on your door, the girls stopped laughing and you stopped. Just as you looked up the door opened and in came Ms. Ochi. She had on her usual broad smile that you noticed was overly cheery, boarding on pleasing. Instantly you picked up the undertone of it, and set your pen down.

"Miss Bishop!" Ms. Ochi beamed playfully walking over to you.

She stopped before your desk her smile still twice its size, you set your pen aside and politely addressed her, "Mrs. Ochi, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"

Ms. Ochi let out a boisterous laugh that seemed forced, you kept your pleasant smile on until she finished, almost finding humor in it, "Wh-What can't I come and visit my favorite teacher?"

"Flatter shall not get you anywhere," you softly chortle, "did you need me for something?"

"Straight to the point as always," she continued laughing, though it tapered a bit, "But yeah. I do actually can you do something for me please?" She clasped her hands together pleadingly. "Please?"

The bell rang ending lunch at Karakura High, students hastily finished the last bit of their food, and others hurried to their next class. Up on the roof, Ichigo and the others finished lunches and began to make their back to your room. Chad still had the bird and wondered if you'd allow it in class.

"Don't worry Chad," Mizurio affirmed noticing the unspoken question pondering in Chad's quiet eyes. "Miss Bishop wouldn't mind your little friend. She's too kind to say no."

Ichigo grunted indignantly, it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Rukia glanced at him with a raised brow, Mizurio ignored him and continued, "Plus, I think she'll find the little one adorable. Someone like Miss Bishop is no doubt an animal person."

Kaigo added to that, "Yeah! She's pretty lenient, well maybe not on grades but in every other area she is! She's just the best." He said dreamingly with red cheeks not caring what the others saw.

Another indignant grunt came from Ichigo, this time louder. "Everything okay, Ichigo?" Chad asked.

"We shouldn't talk about ridicules topics," he uttered contemptuously, his voice dripping with contempt. "especially if they're not true."

They reached the building just as the bell rang and went in. Chad went over to you with the parakeet. Ichigo sat in his seat and like always turned to the wall.

You couldn't believe it, Chad's little parakeet was adorable and you were happy to see it again. "Of course, your little friend may reside here, Mr. Chad." You tell the teen and look back at the bird with a warm smile, "Would you like to assist as my partner today?"

A delighted smile came to the parakeet, it began flapping its wings eagerly. You couldn't help but laugh just a little and with Chad's permission open the cage and let the little one. It perched right on your shoulder.

"You need not worry, Mr. Chad," you assure him sensing his slight apprehension, and with one finger pet the bird, "your friend shall be safe. Now," you take the cage and set it near your desk, "shall we get started? Before we do, class I must present an announcement. Mr. Chad if you could please return to your assigned seat."

Chad nodded and headed back. Once he sat down you continued, facing the class, your shoulders back and gaze settled informatively on each one, gathering their attention(except Ichigo's), Rukia, in her seat, quietly looked on with wonderment at the way you presented, always presented yourself to the class and the way you gracefully commanded attention.

Were you really a normal human, she thought.

You continued, "Ms. Ochi will be unavailable after this period. I shall take on her responsibility for the entirety of your time today. So, you will need to stay here."

Confused and surprised looks came across a few faces, you expected as much and provided further information, "Your reaction is understandable. You shall have your next period of literature with me. Ms. Ochi kindly provided me with your lesson," You reach behind you and grab a tan folder to show them, "so you shall not be behind. I must admit the lesson you have is quite informative and enjoyable. Now, let us begin the class." You set the folder back down and pause for a moment sensing something amiss wash over you, like a heavy blanket. A shiver ran down your spine, accompanied by a prickling sensation on the back of your neck, your body responded to the instinctual worry you couldn't shake off. Your hands began trembling, the parakeet felt the slight tension in your shoulders and the momentary fixed look in your eyes glimmering with uneasiness.

"Miss Bishop, are we starting?" Chad's voice cut through, bringing your focus back to the class.

Your eyes briskly meet his and you realized what happened with a sweeping look across the room. All eyes were still on you, some filled with a bit of worry. Your smile still remained, which was good. You just hadn't moved, that feeling you couldn't shake and all instinctual part of you wanted to run out of the room and see to it. But...you couldn't. Clearing your voice and squaring your shoulders once again, present yourself crisp and formal, it was time to start class.