Warning: Grimmichi, don't like don't read.
Disclaimer: Only in my dreams
Summary: Grimmjow is new, and Ichigo started school late. What will occur between these two oddballs? Why, love, of course!!
The door was pushed aside, and a wave of students shuffled their way through, the din of chatter and stomping feet washing over the silent Grimmjow in waves. Someone giggled loudly and Grimmjow thought it was the chestnut-haired girl* with the nice breasts. Students trundled to their desks, not keen on their school day starting.
The door slid open, and a petite woman with short black hair and glasses stepped through, talking animatedly to a surly orange-haired kid Grimmjow had never seen before. The woman, who Grimmjow now recognized as the teacher he had never really looked at before (she teaches math, and Grimmjow hates math), had walked over to her desk and was ruffled through a sheaf of papers.
She handed the boy a thick packet, before turning to the class and clearing her throat.
"Class!" the teacher announced. "We have a new student. His name is Kurosaki Ichigo. If I may pry, Kurosaki, would you tell us all why you are starting so late? You were here last year, I recall."
Ichigo's scowl melted into a neutral expression and he replied, "My father owns the local Kurosaki Clinic, and there was a fire. He asked me to help rebuild."
"Everything back in order then?"
"Yes, sensei." Ichigo nodded politely.
"Good. You may take your seat beside Grimmjow. The hoodlum with the blue hair." She pointed. Grimmjow's ears perked at the mention of his name and noticed the new kid making his way over. He raised a bright eyebrow as he looked the kid up and down. Hmm… he thought. He's pretty fuckin' hot. Grimmjow's eyes settled on the boys face. He's got a good jaw line, too…*
Ichigo's frown returned to its rightful perch on his face the second he turned away from the teacher. He sat down and propped his face in his palms, pretending to listen as his thoughts became wayward. He surveyed the class room, noticing several of his friends from last year- only Tatsuki and Chizuru were absent- before his eyes settled on Grimmjow. Hoodlum, huh…
Grimmjow felt eyes on his face and turned to look at Ichigo. Their eyes connected and Grimmjow smiled naughtily. Ichigo blushed and turned his face away. Grimmjow smirked and turned his gaze back to the teacher. Nice eyes…
Ichigo sat with his back to the rest of the school, body hidden by a large tree. He picked at his bento and his thoughts turned toward a certain teal-haired someone. Grimmjow…strange name. He brought his chopsticks to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully.
Grimmjow rounded a corner and spotted his orange-haired –Ichigo- classmate. He veered his course to the left, approaching the tree. He got within shouting distance when he heard a feminine voice.
"Kurosaki-kun!" the voice called. Stopping, he turned and spotted that chick with big boobs, the nerdy guy with glasses, the red-head with the tattoos, and the short black- haired girl, the other chick with bigger boobs, the weird short kid, the tall dark guy, and the fruit hanging back with the bald one. Moments after she yelled the name did that guy with brown hair who's always crying, with the short black-haired dude (whom, Grimmjow is beginning to think, is morphed to the crying guy) following him.
"Iiiiiichiiiigooooo!" The brown-haired kid yelled. What was his name again? Asono something? He watched as the large group of kids gathered around his classmate, bombarding them with questions about what he's actually been doing, because, really, the clinic's been rebuild for a few weeks now. He redirected his path and walked away.
Ichigo caught a flash of the teal hair and stared at Grimmjow's retreating back.
"Kurosaki-kun," Someone waved a hand in his face. He looked up.
"What is it, Inoue?" He asked.
"You were spacing out, Kurosaki- kun!" The girl giggled.
"Oh, sorry, Inoue," He said.
I hate gym! Grimmjow thought, shoving his hands moodily in his pockets. His eyes searched the field for something remotely interesting, finally spotting the new kid. Maybe he didn't hate it so much after all…
It had already been a week since Ichigo had first been introduced to the class, and Grimmjow had to say, something about the kid spiked his interest in a way no one had done before. Though, they hadn't talked as of late. I think I'll change that, Grimmjow thought, smirking, formulating a diabolical scheme as he walked around the track. His eyes inevitably landed on Ichigo, using the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. Their eyes met again and Ichigo slowly lowered his shirt. Grimmjow raised an eyebrow at that and Ichigo smirked. The orange head turned on his heal and walked slowly, dragging his feet, waiting for Grimmjow to catch up.
Grinning slightly, Grimmjow caught up to the smaller boy. "Kurosaki Ichigo," the boy said. Grimmjow found himself turning skeptical eyes on the boy. Ichigo didn't look up but said, "yea, yea, 'strawberry'."
"Yea, laugh it up, Chuckles." Ichigo retorted. "Let's here yours then."
"Pfft. And you're laughing at my name. Right," Grimmjow nudged the boy's shoulder playfully, and Ichigo retaliated, poking Grimmjow in the temple. Grimmjow brushed Ichigo's the boy's hand away. Ichigo shivered.
Moi: Okay, I'm so sorry this chapter was so short but I was having trouble getting it off the ground. I'm gonna try not to jump right into the smut, because I want them to interact more and get a feel for each other. So probably around chapter four or five is when smut will ensue.
Grimmjow: I gotta wait that long ta bang the strawberry?! What the hell!!
Moi: Okay, well, I shall end this for now, but stick around for chapter two! I will try my best to update super fast!! Please review, and thank you for reading!!