lmao every Uryuu ever will hate me for this
[It was Tuesday afternoon, so she had to leave school just a few minutes early if she wanted to make it to the hospital on time. Making her excuses and waving goodbye to her friends, Orihime slipped out of Karakura High in what she was convinced was a stealthy fashion. The school year was nearly over, and already, summer heat clung to everything like a thick blanket you couldn't find your way out from under. Thankfully, the flowers had survived both the sweltering Japanese weather and their cramped space in her shoe locker. Being of rather good health, Orihime had never been to the hospital before she started her secret missions, and even after asking the ladies at the front desk numerous times, she'd still gotten lost on the way to her destination on the first few attempts.
Now, just under three months since she'd started, and barely half a year after Aizen's defeat, Orihime knew the way by heart. Hoisting her flowers onto her him, she waved cheerily at the front desk staff, and one of them winked at her in return. Oblivious to the titters of the middle-aged ladies gossiping about Director Ishida's secret admirer, she made her way down the halls, humming as she went. There was something very therapeutic about bringing a peripherally sorrowful man flowers every week, even if she never knew what he did with them. Their pain was shared, she knew, and in doing what she hoped comforting him, in a way, she selfishly comforted herself as well.
The door to Ishida-san's office was never locked, and so she had no trouble at all getting in and placing the flowers on his desk, their usual spot. Glancing at the clock, Orihime saw she'd actually arrived a few minutes early- after nearly getting caught once, she'd determined he took his break until about 3:30, and it was only 3:25 now. Curious, she walked around the desk to examine the room. A bookshelf stood next to it, crammed with big, fat books whose names were written entirely in kanji, a good number of which she could only guess at the readings for. The window provided a clear view of the streets below, all the way to the park where she and Tatsuki-chan played boccer. Here in the air-conditioned room, the early summer heat was removed, and the sunshine danced along the ground in carefree waves. Orihime sighed contentedly and took in the sights, for a moment, totally forgetting where she was.]
Now, just under three months since she'd started, and barely half a year after Aizen's defeat, Orihime knew the way by heart. Hoisting her flowers onto her him, she waved cheerily at the front desk staff, and one of them winked at her in return. Oblivious to the titters of the middle-aged ladies gossiping about Director Ishida's secret admirer, she made her way down the halls, humming as she went. There was something very therapeutic about bringing a peripherally sorrowful man flowers every week, even if she never knew what he did with them. Their pain was shared, she knew, and in doing what she hoped comforting him, in a way, she selfishly comforted herself as well.
The door to Ishida-san's office was never locked, and so she had no trouble at all getting in and placing the flowers on his desk, their usual spot. Glancing at the clock, Orihime saw she'd actually arrived a few minutes early- after nearly getting caught once, she'd determined he took his break until about 3:30, and it was only 3:25 now. Curious, she walked around the desk to examine the room. A bookshelf stood next to it, crammed with big, fat books whose names were written entirely in kanji, a good number of which she could only guess at the readings for. The window provided a clear view of the streets below, all the way to the park where she and Tatsuki-chan played boccer. Here in the air-conditioned room, the early summer heat was removed, and the sunshine danced along the ground in carefree waves. Orihime sighed contentedly and took in the sights, for a moment, totally forgetting where she was.]