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Speech.
Thoughts and others.
Chapter I
Benevolence
Yuji's panting, bloodied knuckles and fists; standing before him, was the king of curses. A feral and dangerous smirk on his face.
"How long will you last brat?—everyone you know is dead, Fushiguro has all but lost. I'm surprised you're still fighting." Sukuna taunted, his voice cruel; full of malice.
"Shut up, I'm going to defeat you and bring Fushiguro back," Yuji snarled—alert. Everyone's sacrifices would not be in vain. Something in him snapped. Letting out an anguished scream, his curse energy surged and threw himself—fists forward, punching; landing a blow to Sukuna's stomach.
"Blackflash!" The boy growled, landing blow after blow; Sukuna staggered, surprise etched on his face, four eyes widening.
'He used a binding vow to make his strikes more precise, intent to separate me and megumi's soul.'
Yuji kept on the attacks—and Sukuna felt the connection weakening, vomiting out the fingers he managed to spit out, reaching for them, determined to swallow them again only for Yuji to stop him with a harsh, rough kick to his chest—coughing out some more blood.
"I don't think so bastard!"
Before sending the king of curses flying, annoyed as he picked up the decaying grimy fingers, and took a deep breath before swallowing them whole—Sukuna let out a yell of fury as his soul was ripped out of the ten shadows user and sucked into Yuji's body. He could feel the curse's anger and Yuji let out a laugh, filling his hand with curse energy and stabbing himself through the chest as Fushiguro came to with a low groan, Dazed and confused, coming into consciousness with the memories; of Tsumiki and Gojo-sensei's deaths, along other casualties, causing the teenager to double over, heaving as tears cascaded down his countenance; hands gripping his head, an pained sob escaping him. As Megumi was going into a mental meltdown, he remembered his stupidly selfless teammate, the classmate he called friend and the only person he had left.
"Itadori!" Megumi called out, standing up and rushing over to the dying boy. He ran, cradling Yuji in his grasp, sobbing hard, pressing his forehead against the pink haired sorcerer.
"I'm glad that you're okay," hacking up a cough, Yuji weakly stared up at Fushiguro, letting out a wet laugh, "I'm sorry, I couldn't protect Gojo-sensei. I'm sorry that I couldn't save Kugisaki. I'm sorry I was weak, that I couldn't save anyone. Now though, the least I can do is save everyone by dying; to prevent Sukuna from ever coming back."
"Itadori…you can't leave me—you're all I have left." Megumi's voice is harsh ; wet and anxious, clinging to Yuji, tears streaming down his face.
Megumi was crying and he isn't one to be open with his feelings, he's more reserved by his stoicism so in a way, this hurt Yuji more than anything else.
"Fushiguro," Yuji began, licking his lips, turning to the brunette offering him a gentle and bright grin. "Just like I said before, make sure to live a long happy life—for the three of us."
Yuji referring to himself, Gojo-sensei and Kugisaki. Getting comfortable, Yuji closes his eyes one last time.
Sorry grandpa...I couldn't fulfill our promise. I failed to save and protect the people I cared about.
December 2018
Yuji Itadori dies
Are you there god? It's me, Yuji.
and god listened.
February 2004 ; Tue 15:30 p.m.
Orihime Inoue headed to home, a prep to her step. Singing a merry go lucky tune, it had been approximately 6 months since their war against the Quincy King and everything had returned into a much more peaceful atmosphere. Sure the occasional hollow would make an appearance but it was light work all the same.
"You know you don't have to accompany me Noba-kun."
Orihime said—turning to the mod soul she had been assigned to by Urahara, something about wanting to be sure and certain that Yhwach Bach's presence truly was gone. Orihime could understand the unease, after all she and Ichigo were the ones to fight him. Yhwach truly was a force to be reckoned with. He was like a god himself in the human flesh.
"I must, I was entrusted with a mission and I shall carry it out Inoue-sama." Noba replied, voice soft.
This caused her to pout, shoulders sagging and head low; thinking back on Urahara's words.
February 2004 ; Mon 22:50 p.m.
"Glad to see everyone back safe and sound!" Urahara quipped, hiding his face behind his fan; amusement dancing amongst his lined eyes, twinkling in delight.
"Shut up, just tell us what you want, hat n clogs—it's late." Ichigo huffed, irritated by this man's whimsical whims with Kon hanging by his shoulder.
Orihime looked at the man she came to love with all her heart, letting out a small laugh.
"I'm sure Urahara-san has his reasons, Kurosaki-kun."
"Absolutely Inoue-san!" The blonde man let out a sniff, appreciative of her support.
Chad and Uryu remained silent, curious—though the quincy leaned more on the annoyed side.
"Get on it then!" Ichigo hissed, arms crossed; irked.
Urahara's face went deathly serious, lips set into line, "I want to be absolutely certain that Yhwach is gone, the omen spoken upon his death worries me, so I'm going to assign some tasks."
Ichigo groaned, just when he thought a bit of normalcy had blessed his rather adventurous life, Urahara had to ruin all of that with ominous words. Ichigo can't particularly blame his stupid mentor either. How many times has Ichigo gone through this failed sense of security only to be dragged, kicked and punched in the face, with another threat that loomed over the soul society or the world of the living ?
Dragging an unsavory sigh from his very being, Ichigo looks at his teacher. "Alright, let's get on with it then."
"Excellent!" Urahara snaps his folding fan shut, chipper once more, "Fret not, I'm going to assign a mod soul to each of you to help you out."
On cue, Kurōdo, Ririn and Noba arrived at the scene, all within their gigais and holding their plush forms. Orihime perked up excitedly, waving to her old partner with much glee. Chad gave a nod of greeting to Noba who in turn returned it and Ririn's loud obnoxious self spoke.
"It's nice to see you again Ichigo! And uh you too kon, I guess."
Kon glared, "Rude!"
The mod souls were about to head to the respective partners only to stop as Urahara spoke.
"Ah, wait a second please."
Everyone stared at Urahara, obviously confused and he placed his arms behind his back.
"I'm going to be pairing you up differently this time around." Urahara then smiled, " Ah before I forget—I have a surprise for you, Kon."
Kon swiveled his attention to the shopkeeper, a bit puzzled, giving a sideways glance to Ichigo, who in turn shrugged.
"Tessai if you would please?" The soul reaper hummed, into his closed fan against his cheek.
Said person stumbled into a room, carrying a new created gigai. Kon's mouth agape.
"Since there's four of you, I figured it was high time Kon got his own body outside of Ichigo. "
Kon let out a squeak of happiness, jumping off Ichigo's shoulder and running towards it, looking Tessai expectantly. He got the hint and withdrew the pill that held Kon from his plushie self and dropped it into the gigai—within seconds Kon sat up, letting out a yell of happiness.
"OH YEAHHH!"
Kon's appearance had changed; no longer did he bore bright spiky orange hair and antagonizing scowl but instead his hair was messy pitch black hair held up in a low ponytail, bangs swept across his forehead beautifully; vibrant blue hues giving its usual twinkle, long sleeve orange compression shirt and some slate gray baggy jeans. Everyone was stunned into silence, and all Kon could do was stick up his nose haughtily.
" Am I hot or am I hot?" He purred, and everyone visible groaned at his words.
"Great—now that's settled." Urahara grinned, " Kurōdo you're with Kurosaki-san, Kon you're with Sado-san, Ririn you're with Ishida-san and Noba you're with Inoue-san!"
Ririn and Kurōdo were the ones who protested loudly, annoyingly so, while Kon, far too busy admiring himself, kept quiet while Noba approached Orihime with a bow.
"I look forward to working together, Inoue-sama."
Orihime blinked, confused at the honorific, waving her hands back and forth. "Ah, no need for that, Inoue-san is just fine."
"Forgive me, but I cannot do so—You've saved so many lives after the war, it is the least you deserve—put some respect to your name, Inoue-sama."
Orihime felt a bit overwhelmed, thinking back on her efforts during the month where she went to the soul society and hueco mundo alike to heal the wounded. Urahara, now pleased, proceeded to explain and debrief.
Orihime walked, recalling how it was their job to investigate any sort of increase in hollow activity or lingering wisps of Yhwach's shadow. So far, everything's been fine and for that Orihime was thankful.
December 2018 , 22 hours after Yuji's Death
Yuji stirred, confused; dazed as he found himself staring at the faces of many of his deceased loved ones.
"WAH!"
Wasuke, his grandfather, was the first to let out a puff of air.
"Yuji…you fool."
Yuji kept quiet…opening and shutting his mouth, vision blurred.
"Jii-chan!"
He threw himself at the elderly man, who merely grunted in dismay but Yuji could feel his grandfather tremble as he returned the embrace.
"When I asked you to save people so you wouldn't end up alone, I expected you to die at my ripe old age, not so goddamn young—yuji you're still a boy."
"I'm sorry, gramps…I had too, I couldn't let myself live anymore—so long as I was Sukuna's vessel, I would be dangerous." Yuji began to sob, ugly and loud. "Sukuna—he killed innocent people and everyone I cared about!"
Wasuke crumbled at the sight of his usually pure hearted grandson. The pain and trauma he had to endure…oh this poor boy.
"You shouldn't be so hard on yourself, Yuuuji~!"
The pink haired boy snapped his head up, not too far from them, who stood in all his glory, Gojo Satoru.
"Gojo-sensei!" Pulling away from his grandpa, running over to his teacher; crying, tripping over his two feet, stumbling and fumbling until he reached his beloved teacher, engulfing him in a tight hug.
Gojo wasn't one for emotions, they were too tricky, too fickle, too complicated . However, he always did hold a soft spot for Yuji and the former bearer of the six eyes wrapped a single arm around the young boy. "You did well, Yuji."
His words took a toll on the young boy, as if a burden had been lifted and Yuji ugly cried; snot and all.
"Dude, you're such a baby." Another voice piped in, Yuji's jerked, peering over his sensei and spotted one the persons that meant the world to him.
"Kugisaki!" Letting go of Gojo, Yuji rushed at top speed—launching himself straight at the strawdoll user and wrapping himself around her, causing Kugisaki to stumble in order to get her footing.
"WHAT THE HELL YOU FUCKING IDOI—!"
However, the short haired girl faltered when she heard Yuji's weak sniffles and whines.
"Kugisaki…I'm sorry, I'm sorry I couldn't protect you that day."
"Stupid," Nobara had a small soft smile on her, something so unbefitting. "Like Gojo-sensei said, you did your best. My own death was my own incompetence. You're too selfless for your own good."
And she returned the hug, tight and affectionate; his body filled with warmth. How his heart had ached and mourned Kugisaki. So to be reunited with her, in death, was a dream come true.
"Itadori-kun."
Blinking out of his stupor, Yuji spotted Nanami, who looked at him; expression sad. Releasing Kugisaki out of his grasp, Yuji also made a beeline toward the overworked man, bringing him into a tight hug just like before.
"Nanamin!" His voice croaked; hoarse and scratchy from wailing.
Nanami wasn't too keen on physical contact but he would make an exception for Yuji, someone who had suffered so much over the course of six months. Far too young…he was only fifteen.
"I'msorryImsorryImsorry." Yuji apologized profusely, burying his head into his suit, wrinkling it.
"Itadori-kun, stop blaming yourself, it wasn't your fault. It was just my time to go."
This wrecked a sob from the teenager, clinging onto him. Sensing the presence of his older brother, Yuji saw him walking over, looking awkward and uncertain of himself and Yuji too let Nanami go, rushing over to his brother—knocking the cursed user into a hug.
"Choso-nii!"
"Yuji!"
And ever wholeheartedly, Choso hugged his brother, tight and full of love. Yuji hadn't spent much time with his brother but…the month they had been gifted with was more than enough.
"I'm so glad, I'm reunited with you all!" Yuji said from the confines of his brother's embrace, and since his arrival, Yuji laughed. "I can't wait to spend an eternity with you guys!"
Not quite, little one.
A booming voice echoed, causing everyone to shift and kneel—except for Gojo, that bastard, even in death, defied figures in power.
"W-Who are you?" Yuji stammered.
I am the one you call god
And you called for me.
Yuji blinked; lost.
Upon your death, you pleaded to be with those you cared about and so I granted you your most desired wish.
Yuji then realized such a thing, bowing in turn.
"Thank you, kami-sama, you were far too generous to me."
Nonsense child. You deserve it; for you are selfless and pure hearted. You endured the perilous journey fate had bestowed upon you and not once did you lose yourself to evil or hatred.
Yuji trembled, undeserving of such praise.
And because of your selfless sacrifice, I'm granting you the power to save those you've lost in this life.
Honey-brown eyes widen, mouth hanging open like fish out of water.
"B-But how—!?"
I'm going to send you a gift once you return. Good luck young one, may fate smile upon you.
"Wait—!" Yuji called out, reaching out as he was blinded by a luminous bright light, the silhouettes of those he lost—as they disappeared, the last thing he saw were the smiles on their faces.
February 2004 ; Tue 17:00 p.m.
Orihime walked around her apartment, cleaning it up a bit. She had finished dinner not too long ago, alongside Noba, who gave her a questionable stare at her cooking skills. Now she's sprucing up, Noba standing on her windowsill; via his plushie form, his gigai just two feet away, adjacent to him; gazing up at the dark sky filled with stars—keeping a lookout despite Orihime assuring him, they would be okay. After this, she would make sure to do her homework. It was her last year in highschool! Just one more month!
And she will graduate! There's something bittersweet about it. It'll be the last time she'll probably see Ichigo. After all, they were heading to different colleges to pursue different careers. But it'll be all okay! They would reunite one way or another someday.
As she continued to do small, mundane chores, Orihime failed to see the portal that manifested beneath her as she fell through. Upon noticing this, Noba teleported to his gigai, ejected himself from the green turtle plushie and the pill slipped into his mouth. Almost immediately, Noba reacted by teleporting himself to her and grabbed Orihime as the pair both fell through, the last thing she saw was the neatly placed portrait of herself and her friends.
October 31st 2018, Shibuya. 20:30 p.m.
Yuji awoke to smoke—grunting in pain, he stumbled as he took in his surroundings. And it all came back, Sukuna's massacre, Nanami and Kugisaki—shooting straight up, horrified. Yuji ran, and ran toward the subway station, to where Mahito would undoubtedly be fighting Nanami.
"God please, please, let me save him this time around! "
He prayed, too distracted to notice Sukuna's shift in curse energy that piqued interest. His legs burned, muscles hurting as he rushed towards Nanami's rescue—letting himself choke back a sob, ignoring the tears at the pain of reliving that dreadful moment all over again.
No, I will save him! I'm not gonna waste this precious gift!
Using his cursed energy to give him a boost in his speed, Yuji dashed down the stairs—jumping over the last half of steps as he skidded to halt. Heaving, breathing, panting as he looked up, Mahito noticed him, and a cruel smile plastered itself upon his stitched face. He felt his heart drop, rushing forward as if reaching out for his teacher,
"NANAMIN!"
A tired, defeated smile crept on the blonde man's serious and calloused features. "I leave it to you, Itadori-kun."
As if by fate, Nanami Kento dies once more, the upper half of his torso exploding due to Mahito's cursed technique. His bottom half falls, amongst the pile of corpses, Mahito laughing maniacally, all too gleeful at the sight of Yuji's anguished expression.
'No…I failed…IfailedIfailedIfailedt.'
His mind chants, spirit broken and all Yuji can do is endure the insufferable howl of laughter escaping Sukuna. Far too distracted with his mind, he fails to notice a girl approaching, no older than 17.
"Sōten Kisshun, [1] " her voice is soft and Yuji snaps out of his stupor, turning to the newcomer. "I reject."
Shibuya, October 31st, 2018 ; 20:00 p.m.
The portal manifested; humming as it spit out the pair before disappearing quickly. The world that they had arrived in was plunged into unspeakable chaos and destruction. Buildings crumbled, destroyed. The strong stench of death lingered in the air, making Orihime queasy which could be said the same for her companion who pinched his nose in order to lessen the disgusting smell. Cautious and curious, the brunette is the first to ask.
"Where are we?"
"It appears we have," Noba says in between heavy gasps, gagging and heaving, "—landed in another world, Inoue-sama."
Orihime winces, unsure of what to do with the situation. How did things go awry? It was just a simple task really. Keep track of Ywhach's reiastu, any remnants of it; whether big or small. And yet, yet—they ended up in a world where everything's on the brink of collapse. Perhaps if she were to somehow contact Urahara-san, they could probably find a way back home. Yes, that's the first order of business. Orihime walks up to Noba, subconsciously checking for any wounds on the mod soul; he looked fine aside from minor scrapes and bruises. If anything, he was more on edge. Humming softly, Orihime summons Shun'ō and Ayame to make quick work of the minor injuries and Noba can't help feeling aghast.
"Inoue-sama! There was no need to trouble yourself!"
"It's okay Noba-kun, I can handle this much."
The redhead groans silently, looking at her fondly. "Thank you."
Orihime just gives him a grin as her fairies retreat into her hairpin. Trying to make sense of their environment, briefly in the distance, she felt intense and strong reiastu (?) — no, something similar to it; an energy of sorts.
"Let's go Noba-kun, there's something dangerous going on and let's go see how we can help!" Orihime replies, running towards the direction of the energy.
"Inoue-sama!" The other shrieked, following after her without much of a say.
The pair ran past the destruction, Orihime's stomach uneasy, as the energy got stronger. It was leading them to a subway station? Frowning, she pressed on, legs a bit wobbly—the smell of death only intensified and she did not like it one bit. She heads down the stairs, carefully, looking around to see anything that could prove to be troublesome. Nothing. A sigh of relief escaped her, as she walked on, looking around, a strange feeling of dread overtaking her senses. There, in the distance, she could faintly hear voices, a conversation; soft and melancholic. Turning the corner, Orihime was met with a gruesome sight, a man's entire upper torso blew up with a nasty pop; flesh, blood and guts spilling everywhere all while recoiling in horror, wincing at the scream let out by the pink haired boy.
This wasn't new to her, since she was so used to the violence and war but every time without fail, it would make Orihime sick to her stomach. No, No. Holding her hand to her mouth, Orihime swallowed, disgusted and heart broken. Shaking her head, Orihime rushed over without hesitation—fingertips to her hairpin as her fairies manifested, flying over to the freshly killed corpse, incantation escaping her lips despite the repulsive smell that graced her nose.
"Sōten Kisshun, I reject."
Orihime got into her knees immediately; eyes determined and pursed lips.
'I won't let you die!'
Shibuya, October 31st, 2018 ; 20:05 p.m.
Yuji was stumped as a golden dome encased Nanamin, eyes on the newcomer—a girl—settled gingerly before the sorcerer, the tender light of the dome illuminating her delicate features, expression set. Absentmindedly Yuji thought she was very pretty. Yuji tenses though, a question ready to leave his lips only to be interrupted by the curse.
"What are you doing?!" Mahito huffs out, before continuing. "If this is your feeble attempt to heal him, save your pathetic efforts, there's nothing you can do to—"
Mahito is stunned into silence, watching as the blonde sorcerer's body is reconstructed; even Sukuna who had been laughing went eerily quiet—no longer was he just a lower torso. Muscle, bone, and flesh mending beautifully; organs slowly reforming themselves as if it were nothing. The skin tissue was no longer scarred nor burnt. Soon enough, Nanami lay there whole and unharmed. Yuji caught his breath, staring at the mysterious girl, who was in deep concentration, only when Nanami appeared healty did her expression soften, relief evident on her visage. The other person who seemed to be accompanying her, approached, nudging her shoulder.
"Inoue-sama."
Yuji's ear perked up, making sure he would remember her name.
Inoue.
Nanami awoke, eyes opening before shooting up, alert and terrified. Hand immediately landing on his chest, darting around, feeling himself in disbelief. The soft, firm beating of his heart echoed within his ribcage, confirming that he was indeed, among the living once more. He was sure he had perished, nothing but a lower half at the hands of Mahito so how was he alive ?
"…I was dead, " were his first words, mumbling, turning to Yuji horrified, "How…?"
And then, God's words rang in Yuji's head.
I will send you a gift once you return.
And this is what the gift god had referred to.
"Ah, I'm glad you're okay," Inoue said; full of smiles, cheeks flushed.
Nanami stared bemused; parting his lips, "What…?"
"Inoue-sama was the one who healed you." The guy in the mask replied; voice wary but calm.
Too caught up in everything, both Nanami and Yuji failed to notice Mahito rushing at them, with unfiltered rage, hand glowing with cursed energy.
"WHAT DID YOU DO BITCH!?"
He was too close and they were still too caught up in the distraction on Nanami's comeback to react to such an attack.
"Santen Kesshun! [2]"
Though the hit never came as a triangle shield manifested before the four; repelling Mahito's attack, sending him skidding backwards.
"Just what are you?" He hissed, furious with eyes ablaze; attention zeroing in on the brunette.
Inoue said nothing, staring at him defiantly. Yuji and Nanami snapped out of their stupor, readying themselves for combat. Nanami sat up, fisting and unfisting his hand, flexing his fingers. It was so surreal, was he actually alive again? Letting an exhale, he got up, and stretched a bit, head facing Yuji.
"Ready Itadori-kun?"
"Y-Yes." Yuji whispered, still in disbelief. tears drying.
"Inoue-san." Nanami said, turning to the brunette, expression softening, "Thank you, I owe you my life."
Grabbing his cursed tool from a pile of guts and body on the floor—feeling rather refreshed. No longer was he in pain and it seemed the wounds he had suffered were no more. That girl's abilities; they're unparalleled to anything he's ever seen, even to RCT. No doubt her technique is that of a special grade, he's going to bring her to Shoko. This girl could not only heal, but provide a solid defense, undoubtedly she would be a powerful ally.
"Seems I'm going into overtime." Nanami sneered, unwrapping the cloth and tying snugly around his fists as Yuji stood ready beside him, determined and firm. Nanami is the first to move, attacking the curse with precision—throwing a couple punches, that is followed by Yuji's own, hitting multiple blackflashes, which caught the sorcerer's attention and he felt proud for his student. But has Yuji always been able to successfully land more than one backslash? The fight wore on, Nanami made sure not to let Mahito in close. He already died once, and he wasn't quite sure how Inoue-san's abilities worked exactly. The blonde would not fail again, he won't let his second chance at life go to waste.
"Inoue-sama, I suggest we get out of here. It's far too dangerous," Noba said, standing guard, tense from the fight taking place. Those three were monsters. Their energy was intense and fierce.
"But…" her protest was on her tongue, looking back, worried.
"You healed him, Inoue-sama, let's go." The mod soul tugged at her arm, worried. He had a bad feeling about the one with the stitches, and he saw what it was capable of, god knows what that creature would do to him and Inoue-sama.
"A-Alright," Orihime squirmed, uneasy from the sheer intensity of their energy; suffocating her.
She could feel it everywhere and it sent a chill down her spine, something of similar to that of Ichigo's final battle with Ulquiorra. Getting up, she dusted herself off—still dressed in her Karakura school uniform, though without shoes since she had taken them off the moment the pair arrived at her home.
Orihime walked over to Noba, wary when everything went astray and molded flesh manifested and quickly overtook the empty train station, Orihime summoned her shield that took the shape of a dome. Wincing as the marred, disfigured flesh passed over the shield.
Eventually the moment passed and her shield remained unwavering, protecting the duo both and she dismissed it with a wave. It seemed the dangerous person disappeared, along with the other two. There's nothing she can do about it. Better to retreat for now and learn of this strange, bizarre world. It was similar to her own, though their energies were different but not enough which would cause confusion; she thanked the stars for luck.
"I'm ready to go—!" Orihime's voice chimed; before quickly freezing, something in her gut told her something terrible was going to happen and that it would be better to find them.
"Actually, Noba-Kun…let's go find those two."
"Why…?" Noba replies, looking skeptical.
"I just…have this feeling."
The masked man frowned, and turned away, "Alright."
Orihime focused, grasping onto the energy, that what she is going to keep calling it until Orihime learns more of this world. Noba keeps a look out as she concentrates and nods, though it seems they have been separated…
"Okay, I can feel their energies, it seems they have split. You go after the blonde hair one—I'll go after the one with pink hair!"
"Inoue-sama that is…!"
"Noba-kun," her soft voice cuts through, firm. "Please,"
Noba grunts, glaring at the floor, "As you wish, just…be careful."
And he disappears within a red glow. Heading the opposite direction, she ran as the room seemed to stretch along until she spotted an elevator. Orihime pushed a button, watching as it lowered, light flickering as it chimed to its arrival. Climbing into the tiny space, Orihime chewed her lower lip anxiously. She didn't like the prospect of separating but it was a necessity and they would get things done faster.
The elevator went up, up, up then she arrived at the upper levels. Exiting carefully, she looks around, cautiously—an eerie chill settled upon her entire being.
Author's Note: Feel free to leave critiques on what I can improve. Thank you. Despite writing for years, I'm still learning!
Noba is really my own interpretation since his perosnality mostly comes from Bleach filler which isn't canonical to the manga. So heres what I'm going by from what the manga gave me.
Also gonna add Orihime's abilities for those who haven't read/watched Bleach, so you can get a sense of her power :3
[1] Sōten Kisshun ( 双天帰盾, Twin Sacred Return Shield): is Orihime's "healing" technique. It surrounds something to return it to its former, complete state. It rejects, reverses, and reconstructs phenomena that have occurred, even phenomena that Orihime hasn't witnessed. The incantation summons Ayame and Shun'ō to form a half-oval barrier around whatever or whomever Orihime wishes. Their ability is to repel the "inner shield." The shield placed inside means that they repel the damage within a limited area. In other words, they return a subject covered by the shield to the state that they were in before taking damage. Her ability is to limit, reject, and negate any kind of event that has happened to her target. Later, she can fully resurrect the dead.
[2] Santen Kesshun (三天結盾, Three Sacred Links Shield): is Orihime's defensive technique. It repels attacks by placing a shield between the enemy and target. The incantation arranges Hinagiku, Lily, and Baigon into a triangle which has the ability to repel the "outer shield". Because the barrier rejects negative events, it can also function as an airbag of sorts, allowing Orihime and anyone else nearby to survive a potentially lethal fall unharmed. Orihime is later able to shape Santen Kesshun into a dome-shaped barrier large enough to easily hold herself and other individuals.