FANFIC DUMP I: IchiHime, Gen
Title:Impulse
Pairing:Ichigo x Orihime
Rating: G
Authors Notes: Don’t own, belongs to Shonen Jump and Kubo.
“Let’s get married.”
It was far too sudden. So sudden, that Orihime had no time to think clearly. So sudden, that she spat out the juice she had spent the last ten minutes raiding her fridge for. So sudden, that the clueless blank that was Ichigo's face didn’t even seem to register in her line of thinking.
Ichigo only sat there blinking.
“What?” he asked, perplexed by her shock “What’s with that reaction?”
If anything, Orihime’s face just turned a deeper shade of red, wondering if this was another one of her odd daydreams. And yet when she looked up at her boyfriend's face, she knew this was reality.
A very odd one, in fact.
She must have heard wrong, that was the only other explanation. Ichigo could be so upfront at times he often surprised her. Tatsuki often remarked her cheeks would soon have a permanent shade of pink due to her boyfriend's implulsive actions. Orihime could agree this was true, Ichigo was almost as unpredictable as she was either through his actions, words or even his touch.
But surely he couldn’t be this upfront? Relationship stuff embarrassed him! It had taken him nearly three years to be comfortable enough to hold her hand in public.
So to...propose, so abruptly would be ridiculous right?
“I-I’m okay!” spluttered Orihime, wiping the remaining juice from her lips, “I just thought I heard you say something weird...-”
“Weird? Ichigo raised an eyebrow, “You think getting married is weird?”
Ichigo looked on as Orihime’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. This certainly wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.
“Are you.... proposing to me?”
Ichigo shrugged, scratching the back of his head.
“I suppose so,” he murmured, “You could call that a proposal.”
Silence immediately engulfed the room. It took a few more seconds before a voice broke through it.
“Ichigo-kun!” Orihime spluttered leaping out of her sitting position, as if burnt.
This was far too much and far too sudden. There was no warning! Tatsuki’s said there was always some notice, and that you usually had time for your emotions to settle. That all men were nervous when proposing and that you could usually sense their nerves. And they never proposed when they felt “young” and usually waited to their latest twenties to even consider it. Yet Ichigo wasn’t doing that at all. They had barely finished university. She was still looking for work. And much more perplexing he was rather calm about the whole thing. Like he’d just announced he liked butter on his toast. Perfectly normal.
Right after watching laugh hour.
It was unnerving.
“Hey what’s that for?” asked Ichigo, frowning and standing to meet her, “It’s a simple statement isn’t it?”
“You can’t...you can’t just....I can’t just...”
Her heart was beating so fast she wished it would stop, yet she felt she'd die even if it even began to slow down.
“You’re still not making sense....” said Ichigo, and as if something hit him, a different flash washed over his eyes.
“Do you...don’t you want to get mar-”
“NO!” screamed Orihime, clasping her hand over mouth afterwards. Ichigo looked back stunned.
Where had that come from? He drew closer to her and stood inches away from her warm breathe.
Was he doing this wrong?
“No,” she managed to whisper, bending her head, “It’s not that at all.”
Ichigo felt relief wash over him.
“Then, why are you turning so red?”
Orihime managed to swallow and tried to avoid his heavy gaze. If anything, she blushed harder.
“Its-it’s so sudden!” she managed to splutter, “I mean, we were just watching comedies a minute ago and then we looking at that ad with that family...we saw that dog and I said I’d really liked it...because its fluffy and I’ve never had a pet before and I know I could take care of it and I was worried that if I got one I may mistake my hairbrush for his...”
“Orihime...”
“But if that was the case I’d get another one with its own label and everything because that is what owners do right?”
Ichigo frowned.
“What does this have to do with me asking you to marry me?”
Orihime blinked and met his eyes. He sounded more and more confused.
“It seemed so normal.” she murmured, blushing, “I-It seemed so normal it was surreal, Ichigo-kun.”
Relief washed over his eyes. Standing back a bit, he sighed then smiled to himself, giving his hair another rake through.
“Yeah that was sudden.” mumbled Ichigo, “And it was really normal.”
“Yeah,” mumbled Orihime in return, playing with a bit of her hair, “It almost seemed unreal.”
Ichigo swallowed.
“Is it weird? Should I have done it differently?”
“I don’t know, I mean I didn’t expect Ichigo-kun to be that spontaneous.”
“Well...” It was Ichigo’s time to blush, “The thought of us being married seemed like a perfectly straightforward thing. Like it was natural and normal. It made me feel at ease.”
Orihime Blinked.
“Ichigo-kun?”
“That’s why it was so easy.” Ichigo admitted sheepishly, “It seemed like the only thing that makes sense at the moment. You and me. Just being normal, married together. I didn’t think it would be scary.”
Orihime felt her heart flutter lightly, nearly at a lost at the gentleness of his words. Lifting her head, she took in the image of his slightly flushed face and hands stuffed into his back pockets. His sincerity was making her feel more at ease with the idea of getting married.
Married...to Ichigo....
“Sorry.” Mumbled Ichigo scanning her face once more, “It was really dumb wasn’t it? I didn’t think you’d fee-”
“It’s okay.” Said Orihime, smiling brightly at him. The same smile that brought ease to Ichigo more and more each day.
“Still...it was impulsive. Stupid.” Argued Ichigo numbly, clenching his jaw as he spoke.
Finally regaining a bit of her confidence, Orihime walked towards the substitute shinigami, meeting one of her hands with his. Without much warning she embraced him, her blushing face fading to a lovely pink.
“Orihime...”
“I like impulsive Ichigo-kun.” she whispered, cupping his cheek with her fingers. “I like him very much. And he’s never stupid. He’s always kind, but never stupid.”
Ichigo smiled softly in response. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped a hand around her, savouring her scent. This scent that seemed to lure him to her side over and over again. That he often woke up too, that seemed to surround him with warmth he never felt he’d ever receive from someone like her.
“Do you like me enough to marry me?” He finally asked the urge to kiss her growing with each passing syllable. His heartbeat seemed to quicken with his question. As did hers, but it felt better this time, as if in anticipation rather than confusion.
Without much hesitation, Orihime nodded and a 'yes' managed to ghost past her lips. Ichigo felt a wave of joy and relief wash over him, which increased tenfold as soon as her lips met with his. The juice box and TV where forgotten for the rest of the evening.
The end result had been satisfying for the two.
Although, Tatsuki kicked Ichigo once she heard the method of proposal. (“You couldn’t propose with atmosphere or a ring, you moron?!”)
Pairing:Ichigo x Orihime
Rating: G
Authors Notes: Don’t own, belongs to Shonen Jump and Kubo.
“Let’s get married.”
It was far too sudden. So sudden, that Orihime had no time to think clearly. So sudden, that she spat out the juice she had spent the last ten minutes raiding her fridge for. So sudden, that the clueless blank that was Ichigo's face didn’t even seem to register in her line of thinking.
Ichigo only sat there blinking.
“What?” he asked, perplexed by her shock “What’s with that reaction?”
If anything, Orihime’s face just turned a deeper shade of red, wondering if this was another one of her odd daydreams. And yet when she looked up at her boyfriend's face, she knew this was reality.
A very odd one, in fact.
She must have heard wrong, that was the only other explanation. Ichigo could be so upfront at times he often surprised her. Tatsuki often remarked her cheeks would soon have a permanent shade of pink due to her boyfriend's implulsive actions. Orihime could agree this was true, Ichigo was almost as unpredictable as she was either through his actions, words or even his touch.
But surely he couldn’t be this upfront? Relationship stuff embarrassed him! It had taken him nearly three years to be comfortable enough to hold her hand in public.
So to...propose, so abruptly would be ridiculous right?
“I-I’m okay!” spluttered Orihime, wiping the remaining juice from her lips, “I just thought I heard you say something weird...-”
“Weird? Ichigo raised an eyebrow, “You think getting married is weird?”
Ichigo looked on as Orihime’s eyes grew as wide as saucers. This certainly wasn’t the reaction he was expecting.
“Are you.... proposing to me?”
Ichigo shrugged, scratching the back of his head.
“I suppose so,” he murmured, “You could call that a proposal.”
Silence immediately engulfed the room. It took a few more seconds before a voice broke through it.
“Ichigo-kun!” Orihime spluttered leaping out of her sitting position, as if burnt.
This was far too much and far too sudden. There was no warning! Tatsuki’s said there was always some notice, and that you usually had time for your emotions to settle. That all men were nervous when proposing and that you could usually sense their nerves. And they never proposed when they felt “young” and usually waited to their latest twenties to even consider it. Yet Ichigo wasn’t doing that at all. They had barely finished university. She was still looking for work. And much more perplexing he was rather calm about the whole thing. Like he’d just announced he liked butter on his toast. Perfectly normal.
Right after watching laugh hour.
It was unnerving.
“Hey what’s that for?” asked Ichigo, frowning and standing to meet her, “It’s a simple statement isn’t it?”
“You can’t...you can’t just....I can’t just...”
Her heart was beating so fast she wished it would stop, yet she felt she'd die even if it even began to slow down.
“You’re still not making sense....” said Ichigo, and as if something hit him, a different flash washed over his eyes.
“Do you...don’t you want to get mar-”
“NO!” screamed Orihime, clasping her hand over mouth afterwards. Ichigo looked back stunned.
Where had that come from? He drew closer to her and stood inches away from her warm breathe.
Was he doing this wrong?
“No,” she managed to whisper, bending her head, “It’s not that at all.”
Ichigo felt relief wash over him.
“Then, why are you turning so red?”
Orihime managed to swallow and tried to avoid his heavy gaze. If anything, she blushed harder.
“Its-it’s so sudden!” she managed to splutter, “I mean, we were just watching comedies a minute ago and then we looking at that ad with that family...we saw that dog and I said I’d really liked it...because its fluffy and I’ve never had a pet before and I know I could take care of it and I was worried that if I got one I may mistake my hairbrush for his...”
“Orihime...”
“But if that was the case I’d get another one with its own label and everything because that is what owners do right?”
Ichigo frowned.
“What does this have to do with me asking you to marry me?”
Orihime blinked and met his eyes. He sounded more and more confused.
“It seemed so normal.” she murmured, blushing, “I-It seemed so normal it was surreal, Ichigo-kun.”
Relief washed over his eyes. Standing back a bit, he sighed then smiled to himself, giving his hair another rake through.
“Yeah that was sudden.” mumbled Ichigo, “And it was really normal.”
“Yeah,” mumbled Orihime in return, playing with a bit of her hair, “It almost seemed unreal.”
Ichigo swallowed.
“Is it weird? Should I have done it differently?”
“I don’t know, I mean I didn’t expect Ichigo-kun to be that spontaneous.”
“Well...” It was Ichigo’s time to blush, “The thought of us being married seemed like a perfectly straightforward thing. Like it was natural and normal. It made me feel at ease.”
Orihime Blinked.
“Ichigo-kun?”
“That’s why it was so easy.” Ichigo admitted sheepishly, “It seemed like the only thing that makes sense at the moment. You and me. Just being normal, married together. I didn’t think it would be scary.”
Orihime felt her heart flutter lightly, nearly at a lost at the gentleness of his words. Lifting her head, she took in the image of his slightly flushed face and hands stuffed into his back pockets. His sincerity was making her feel more at ease with the idea of getting married.
Married...to Ichigo....
“Sorry.” Mumbled Ichigo scanning her face once more, “It was really dumb wasn’t it? I didn’t think you’d fee-”
“It’s okay.” Said Orihime, smiling brightly at him. The same smile that brought ease to Ichigo more and more each day.
“Still...it was impulsive. Stupid.” Argued Ichigo numbly, clenching his jaw as he spoke.
Finally regaining a bit of her confidence, Orihime walked towards the substitute shinigami, meeting one of her hands with his. Without much warning she embraced him, her blushing face fading to a lovely pink.
“Orihime...”
“I like impulsive Ichigo-kun.” she whispered, cupping his cheek with her fingers. “I like him very much. And he’s never stupid. He’s always kind, but never stupid.”
Ichigo smiled softly in response. He kissed the top of her head and wrapped a hand around her, savouring her scent. This scent that seemed to lure him to her side over and over again. That he often woke up too, that seemed to surround him with warmth he never felt he’d ever receive from someone like her.
“Do you like me enough to marry me?” He finally asked the urge to kiss her growing with each passing syllable. His heartbeat seemed to quicken with his question. As did hers, but it felt better this time, as if in anticipation rather than confusion.
Without much hesitation, Orihime nodded and a 'yes' managed to ghost past her lips. Ichigo felt a wave of joy and relief wash over him, which increased tenfold as soon as her lips met with his. The juice box and TV where forgotten for the rest of the evening.
The end result had been satisfying for the two.
Although, Tatsuki kicked Ichigo once she heard the method of proposal. (“You couldn’t propose with atmosphere or a ring, you moron?!”)