Second Glances
Theme: 9:00
Title: Second Glances
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 6 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.
The first time Shinji ever really looked at Hiyori, he nearly ran smack into a wall. He wasn't even looking for her in the first place, though he grudgingly admitted he felt a bit bad for her. But then, actually trying to talk to her about it would have just netted him another kick in the face because she'd never willingly admit either that she was having trouble OR that she could do with a bit of help.
She's just too damn stubborn anyway. Maybe she'll grow up eventually.
Hiyori being stubborn wasn't in any way "new" information to him. In fact, it was a well-established fact that the scrawny kid he -- for some ungodly reason he couldn't place -- had attached himself to was nothing more than a perpetual pain in the ass. Violent, loud, rude. All of those described Hiyori perfectly. And that mouth of hers was going to get her in real trouble one day. Like it almost had today. Oh hell, her mouth had almost gotten him in real trouble today.
Sighing, he reminded himself of the whole purpose of his current errand. Detention -- or at least the closest he could really get to it -- for punching the swordsmanship instructor in the face earlier that day. Because of Hiyori, of course. Shifting the ponderous stack of papers in his arms, Shinji brushed an errant strand of long bangs from his face with a scowl. Of course it was Hiyori's fault, but he really couldn't blame her. As much as he might have wanted to, especially seeing as it was nearly 9 at night and he was still shoveling paperwork.
It was hard, because she was just a kid. Hell, the asauchi that they were given in their swordsmanship class was nearly as big as she was, so it was a small wonder that she'd had trouble handling it. But that was no reason -- at least in his opinion -- for their instructor to be so rough on a kid. Hiyori was the youngest in their class, and the smallest to boot. An enigma among the rest of their classmates and it didn't help that her temper and her attitude made her stand out. In fact, if she'd just backed down and not been so damned determined to prove that she could handle everything the others did, then maybe she'd have gotten off without the beating she'd managed to come down with. Or at least, managed to come down with before Shinji's fist had connected with his face and sent him sprawling. Asshole, beating up on a child that way.
A muffled curse drew his attention and he stopped, cocking his head to the side. He knew that voice, and it piqued his interest seeing as she didn't normally hang around this part of the academy complex. Making his way towards the sounds, Shinji stuck his head around the corner with a puzzled look on his face. What was she doing here anyway?
It only took a second or two for him to realize what was going on. Hiyori was practicing. Or at least... that's what it looked like. Her attention focused entirely on the blade in her hands as she swung it slowly through the basic forms they'd been learning, hands shaking only slightly as she grew more accustomed to the weight and handling of it. He watched her with an appraising eye, noting that her form was much improved now, when she was actually behaving calmly and rationally. As unusual as it was to think of Hiyori in relation to either of those terms.
Watching the slow movements of the blade, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the rest of her, feeling his cheeks warm slightly as he came to a sudden and startling realization. Sarugaki Hiyori may have been small.... but she most certainly wasn't a child. At least, that was a good estimation of what his mind supplied as blue eyes stared at slight, supple curves and graceful movements as he realized, for the first time, that while he'd been exasperatedly wondering when she was going to "grow up"... she'd gone and done just that. Scrawny limbs were still scrawny, but rather than being bony they were thin with wiry muscle. Curves were slight, but with her small frame anything much more would have been overkill and looked odd. Almost as odd as the way his mind kept slipping into little fantasies he could have sworn he'd never had before.
His rather unexpected ogling was broken quite abruptly as a flat black shoe landed squarely in the center of his face as Hiyori glared at him. The hell did he think he was doing, staring at her like that. He was practically leering. Stalking over, she proceeded to stomp on him a few times, as if to get the message through, before throwing up her chin with a huff and stamping off down the hallway as Shinji lay in a twitching heap on the floor, mentally reminding himself to never, NEVER ogle Hiyori again.
Title: Second Glances
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 6 of my 24-piece series of memorable "firsts" for these two.
The first time Shinji ever really looked at Hiyori, he nearly ran smack into a wall. He wasn't even looking for her in the first place, though he grudgingly admitted he felt a bit bad for her. But then, actually trying to talk to her about it would have just netted him another kick in the face because she'd never willingly admit either that she was having trouble OR that she could do with a bit of help.
She's just too damn stubborn anyway. Maybe she'll grow up eventually.
Hiyori being stubborn wasn't in any way "new" information to him. In fact, it was a well-established fact that the scrawny kid he -- for some ungodly reason he couldn't place -- had attached himself to was nothing more than a perpetual pain in the ass. Violent, loud, rude. All of those described Hiyori perfectly. And that mouth of hers was going to get her in real trouble one day. Like it almost had today. Oh hell, her mouth had almost gotten him in real trouble today.
Sighing, he reminded himself of the whole purpose of his current errand. Detention -- or at least the closest he could really get to it -- for punching the swordsmanship instructor in the face earlier that day. Because of Hiyori, of course. Shifting the ponderous stack of papers in his arms, Shinji brushed an errant strand of long bangs from his face with a scowl. Of course it was Hiyori's fault, but he really couldn't blame her. As much as he might have wanted to, especially seeing as it was nearly 9 at night and he was still shoveling paperwork.
It was hard, because she was just a kid. Hell, the asauchi that they were given in their swordsmanship class was nearly as big as she was, so it was a small wonder that she'd had trouble handling it. But that was no reason -- at least in his opinion -- for their instructor to be so rough on a kid. Hiyori was the youngest in their class, and the smallest to boot. An enigma among the rest of their classmates and it didn't help that her temper and her attitude made her stand out. In fact, if she'd just backed down and not been so damned determined to prove that she could handle everything the others did, then maybe she'd have gotten off without the beating she'd managed to come down with. Or at least, managed to come down with before Shinji's fist had connected with his face and sent him sprawling. Asshole, beating up on a child that way.
A muffled curse drew his attention and he stopped, cocking his head to the side. He knew that voice, and it piqued his interest seeing as she didn't normally hang around this part of the academy complex. Making his way towards the sounds, Shinji stuck his head around the corner with a puzzled look on his face. What was she doing here anyway?
It only took a second or two for him to realize what was going on. Hiyori was practicing. Or at least... that's what it looked like. Her attention focused entirely on the blade in her hands as she swung it slowly through the basic forms they'd been learning, hands shaking only slightly as she grew more accustomed to the weight and handling of it. He watched her with an appraising eye, noting that her form was much improved now, when she was actually behaving calmly and rationally. As unusual as it was to think of Hiyori in relation to either of those terms.
Watching the slow movements of the blade, he couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the rest of her, feeling his cheeks warm slightly as he came to a sudden and startling realization. Sarugaki Hiyori may have been small.... but she most certainly wasn't a child. At least, that was a good estimation of what his mind supplied as blue eyes stared at slight, supple curves and graceful movements as he realized, for the first time, that while he'd been exasperatedly wondering when she was going to "grow up"... she'd gone and done just that. Scrawny limbs were still scrawny, but rather than being bony they were thin with wiry muscle. Curves were slight, but with her small frame anything much more would have been overkill and looked odd. Almost as odd as the way his mind kept slipping into little fantasies he could have sworn he'd never had before.
His rather unexpected ogling was broken quite abruptly as a flat black shoe landed squarely in the center of his face as Hiyori glared at him. The hell did he think he was doing, staring at her like that. He was practically leering. Stalking over, she proceeded to stomp on him a few times, as if to get the message through, before throwing up her chin with a huff and stamping off down the hallway as Shinji lay in a twitching heap on the floor, mentally reminding himself to never, NEVER ogle Hiyori again.