Green With Envy
Part 5 of 24
Theme: 12:00
Title: Green With Envy
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just language, really bc of Hiyori. And as always, I'm making up their past before the TBTP arc because we don't know about their childhood/academy days/etc.
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, or we'd see way more Vaizard love.
Summary: Part 2 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.
The first time Hiyori ever realized what jealousy felt like, she was damned determined that it was NOT because of Shinji. It wasn't because of his damned smug grin he always had on his face nowadays, and it wasn't because of the fact that he'd gotten himself put into the advanced class, and it definitely wasn't because of the way all the girls in their class swarmed around him as if he was the coolest thing they'd ever seen.
Anyone else who was watching might have said something else, given the way brown eyes were leveled venomously at the other student, boring an invisible hole in the back of his blond head. Idiot. It was so fucking unfair, that's what it was. Unfair on so many levels that he should somehow manage to be placed in a higher class than she was, or that he was so.... so damned popular
It's just cuz they don't fuckin know what a dumbass he is...
Or at least, that was the current thought running through her mind as she clenched fists and teeth and watched Shinji shmooze with the gaggle of girls that were clustered around him. They were all idiots too, of course. Sitting there before afternoon classes resumed at noon, smiling all stupid-like the way girls do when they think they're being cute. Hiyori scoffed at that. Cute. The hell was so great about "cute" anyway? Honestly she didn't think any of them had half a brain, and the fact that they were congregating around Shinji of all people just served to solidify that idea in her mind. And the way he kept pulling that "first love" crap? Pathetic. And no, it didn't bother her that he'd never said that to her. Not in the slightest.
Shinji wasn't that much to get excited over, it was just Shinji. Just Shinji standing there, long blond hair pulled back in a slim tail at the nape of his neck, that same shit-eating grin on his face as he flirted and laughed, batting his eyelashes coyly at them. It was disgusting, and just plain weird. And no, she was NOT jealous. That would have indicated that she somehow wanted Shinji's attention. Which she didn't, just for the record. He was just... annoying her.
And it wasn't just the popularity -- seeing as SHE had quickly garnered the reputation for being scary -- it was that he was just so damned good at everything. It wasn't fair, the way he excelled at everything that she seemed to struggle with. Where she fell short in her swordsmanship, he was top of his class. Where her kidou fizzled and was the joke of the class, his were met with oohs and ahhs by the observers. It was only his first year and already there were whispers that he showed the potential to one day become a captain in one of the squads.
And that was something for her to deal with. NOW. Shoving her books under one arm, she stalked over towards the group, a small portion of her mind speaking up that perhaps she should think of an alternative way of dealing with it. But that portion was quickly tossed aside in favour of the usual method. Which presented itself as one small bare foot planting itself squarely in the center of his grinning face, propelling him backwards as the girls screamed and scattered, hands drawn up in girlish horror as the object of their adoration was sent sprawling across the floor by a girl half his size who promptly laughed and declared loudly that she was so sorry, she must have confused his face for the door. Because obviously the two had so much in common with each other.
Ignoring his loud protests that she explain herself, Hiyori straightened up and brushed the dust off of her red and white clothes before stalking off down the hall. There. Served him right.
Theme: 12:00
Title: Green With Envy
Fandom: Bleach
Character/Pairing: Hirako Shinji and Sarugaki Hiyori
Category: Romantic
Rating: PG
Warnings: Just language, really bc of Hiyori. And as always, I'm making up their past before the TBTP arc because we don't know about their childhood/academy days/etc.
Disclaimer: Bleach =/= mine, or we'd see way more Vaizard love.
Summary: Part 2 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.
The first time Hiyori ever realized what jealousy felt like, she was damned determined that it was NOT because of Shinji. It wasn't because of his damned smug grin he always had on his face nowadays, and it wasn't because of the fact that he'd gotten himself put into the advanced class, and it definitely wasn't because of the way all the girls in their class swarmed around him as if he was the coolest thing they'd ever seen.
Anyone else who was watching might have said something else, given the way brown eyes were leveled venomously at the other student, boring an invisible hole in the back of his blond head. Idiot. It was so fucking unfair, that's what it was. Unfair on so many levels that he should somehow manage to be placed in a higher class than she was, or that he was so.... so damned popular
It's just cuz they don't fuckin know what a dumbass he is...
Or at least, that was the current thought running through her mind as she clenched fists and teeth and watched Shinji shmooze with the gaggle of girls that were clustered around him. They were all idiots too, of course. Sitting there before afternoon classes resumed at noon, smiling all stupid-like the way girls do when they think they're being cute. Hiyori scoffed at that. Cute. The hell was so great about "cute" anyway? Honestly she didn't think any of them had half a brain, and the fact that they were congregating around Shinji of all people just served to solidify that idea in her mind. And the way he kept pulling that "first love" crap? Pathetic. And no, it didn't bother her that he'd never said that to her. Not in the slightest.
Shinji wasn't that much to get excited over, it was just Shinji. Just Shinji standing there, long blond hair pulled back in a slim tail at the nape of his neck, that same shit-eating grin on his face as he flirted and laughed, batting his eyelashes coyly at them. It was disgusting, and just plain weird. And no, she was NOT jealous. That would have indicated that she somehow wanted Shinji's attention. Which she didn't, just for the record. He was just... annoying her.
And it wasn't just the popularity -- seeing as SHE had quickly garnered the reputation for being scary -- it was that he was just so damned good at everything. It wasn't fair, the way he excelled at everything that she seemed to struggle with. Where she fell short in her swordsmanship, he was top of his class. Where her kidou fizzled and was the joke of the class, his were met with oohs and ahhs by the observers. It was only his first year and already there were whispers that he showed the potential to one day become a captain in one of the squads.
And that was something for her to deal with. NOW. Shoving her books under one arm, she stalked over towards the group, a small portion of her mind speaking up that perhaps she should think of an alternative way of dealing with it. But that portion was quickly tossed aside in favour of the usual method. Which presented itself as one small bare foot planting itself squarely in the center of his grinning face, propelling him backwards as the girls screamed and scattered, hands drawn up in girlish horror as the object of their adoration was sent sprawling across the floor by a girl half his size who promptly laughed and declared loudly that she was so sorry, she must have confused his face for the door. Because obviously the two had so much in common with each other.
Ignoring his loud protests that she explain herself, Hiyori straightened up and brushed the dust off of her red and white clothes before stalking off down the hall. There. Served him right.