A Bleach Fanfic
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: G. Fluff.
Written in answer to a challenge from socchan, who requested
Ichigo eyes his plate warily
as Orihime takes her seat, chattering
happily the whole time. While dating his classmate is generally a
relatively easy task (it helps that she's aware of the whole shinigami
thing), it is not without the odd danger.
And this one is really odd.
"It's my speciality!" Orihime says proudly.
Ichigo looks at it. "I thought the soya-chicken flavoured with sea salt
and wasabi paste dish was your speciality."
"This is a NEW speciality."
He takes a cautious mouthful, chews, and turns green.
"It's devilled eggs with orange vinaigrette and peanut butter!"
Hollows would be safer.