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Orihime InoueUN: MegaRobo3000
STATUS: Student, Year 10
ACCOLADES: Academic Top 3%
BIO: Member of the Arts & Crafts club, native Japanese speakers, speaks French and English fluently, adventurous culinary tastes, aspiring healer, loves comedy and sweet potatoes.
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it was white day, he had gone out and grabbed some chocolates for her, as well as some cream roses all bundled up into a bouquet. sure, they weren't red, but he figured this would also suit the day since they were white as well.
he was nervous, he wasn't ready for this, his head was screaming and he was telling himself that maybe he shouldn't say anything. he had been so scared and nervous he had instead written a letter for her, which he had hoped she could read and then after reading, he would properly tell her everything in person. he just needed that little shove.
so he went into the bakery, calling out for her.]
I...Inoue-san? Are you home?
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[Her voice has that echoing quality from the back rooms, big as they are for all of her baking needs. Offering white desserts at a buy-one-get-one-free discount ensured that even people who aren't celebrating White Day are coming in to score some good deals.]
[She backs out with a huge platter of frosted cupcakes, all vanilla or cream cheese, but with different types of colored sugar sprinkled on the top and with a variety of flavored cake bases.]
[She stands on her toes to ease the tray on top of the display case, and rather than putting them away with the pies, she just sets out a little sign.]
['WHITE DAY CUPCAKES - FOREVER AT WAR WITH PI DAY - Buy one, get one free!']
[And there's a picture of a piece of cake and a slice of pie angrily fighting each other with swords because why wouldn't she do something like that.]
[Once her arms are free, she heaves a happy sigh.]
Welcome, Ishida-kun! What can I get you? It's on the house!
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his gaze went back to hers and he shook his head.]
No no, don't worry, I'm fine. I brought this for you. [he held up the chocolates and flowers a little.]
Happy White Day.
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Nothing? But we have so many good specials!
[Her protest dies once he holds out the flowers, and for a moment, she's struck mute. White roses? Wow... Color spreads in her cheeks. No one's ever given her flowers before, not even out of friendship.]
I... Oooh... I never got anything for White Day before!
[Probably because Tatsuki is the type to break the neck of anyone with lustful intentions who wanted to put something in Orihime's shoe locker. Especially Chizuru.]
It's really okay? They're so pretty!
[And she's kind of...well...her apron isn't exactly spotless, and her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail to keep it from getting in the frosting. Not exactly classy or feminine!]
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but again, he stopped himself, and he reminded himself of the letter in his pocket.]
...Never? [honestly he finds that really hard to believe.] Well. I guess I'm fixing that. Take them, please.
[he blinked at her.] Or should I find something to put them in?
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[Then she pauses, staring at him like a deer in the headlights for a moment. Yes. Something to put the flowers in would be good. Very good. Why didn't she think of that?]
[She pulls back, casting her gaze around the bakery for a moment. She has glasses, but if she puts a bouquet of roses in one of those it's just going to tip over. And putting something so nice in a rinsed out bucket of icing seems kind of...wrong.]
I might have something upstairs. Would you mind? The door isn't locked!
[Shinjiro could probably watch the bakery for her if she dashed upstairs, but she feels bad dumping all of the customers and work on him for something personal. Besides, it's Ishida. He's allowed to go into her apartment, no problems there!]
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[he smiled at her again, now walking up the stairs. he put a hand in his pocket, feeling the letter. he could just drop it off there, have her read it, and then he would finally have the confidence to confront her and tell her everything.
once he went up and into her apartment, he searched around for a vase that would be good for it. once he found it he placed it on the counter... and he also put his letter down as well. this might have seemed somewhat cowardly, but also never telling her was just as bad. this would help, he decided.
once he went back downstairs he went to place the vase on the counter.]
There, this should work.
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[She claps her palms together, beaming. Taking up the vase, she fills it with water from the small sink behind the counter, then carefully places the roses inside. They were so pretty! Orihime steps back to admire them, standing side by side with her friend.]
[Then there's a sudden flash of powerful reiatsu.]
[Orihime stiffens. She holds her breath, and her eyes grow wide. Instinctively her fingers seize hold of Uryuu's sleeve and grip it tightly to the point that her knuckles pale.]
[It's him. There's no way she could mistake that spiritual pressure.]
Ishida-kun...
[She's turned herself around, facing the door, but looking far beyond it as if she might somehow be able to see the person who just arrived in the Bay.]
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conflicted, really. he had been having fun with orihime, he had worked up the courage to finally tell her how he was feeling. he was suddenly feeling....
no, he wasn't jealous, he knew that this was how it was meant to be. he should have known that ichigo might show up some day. after feeling the tug on his sleeve he turned to look at her. she loved him, she really did, and ishida loved her. so, what was the best course of action?
well, it was like his letter said, he was happy if she was happy.]
Yeah. He's here. [he nodded at her.] Go, I'll catch up in a bit.
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[She doesn't say anything. She nods once, and lets go of him.]
[There's no explanation to anyone else in the bakery as Orihime pushes open the door and bolts down the street, heedless of the weather, or anything else, other than her destination.]