Pairing: Ishida/Chizuru
Rating: T with some hot moments (well, hopefully they were hot |D)


Eyeglass Love

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"Ishida-san."

"Yes, Ochi-sensei?"

"Honsho-san will be your partner for this project."

Ishida heard Chizuru groan loudly from somewhere behind him, and he had to agree with her. He did not like the girl and apparently the feeling was mutual. Granted, he hadn't spent much time with her, but seeing her repulsive antics from a distance was more than enough for him. Her behavior towards Orihime was appalling, made even worse by Orihime's obliviousness to the motives behind her groping. He didn't even need a partner for this project. He could do perfectly well on his own.

"All right everyone, get with your partners and discuss."

Ishida glanced back at Chizuru and noted that she did not seem to have the least interest in budging from her spot. He sighed and got up, stiffly stepping over to her desk and settling down in the empty desk in front of her. "When are you available to work on this?"

An eyebrow rose behind her glasses. "Straight to the point, huh?"

Ishida remained silent and waited for her answer.

She finally let out a sigh. "Whenever. It doesn't matter to me."

"You're available whenever?" he repeated.

"Are you deaf?" she snapped. "Just pick a time, day, and place and I'll be there." Her narrowed eyes flicked over to the left and then she huffed.

Ishida glanced to where she had, even though he had a pretty good idea what she was grumpy about. Orihime sat at her desk cheerfully chatting with Tatsuki. "All right," he began. "How about after school today then?"

"Today?!"

"You did say whenever. Might as well get this over with."

"But I have club after school."

"So do I. We'll do it after that."

Chizuru sighed again. "Fine. Where?"

"My club usually runs over, so meet me in handicrafts."

"Whatever."

"See you after school then." She barely nodded at him, and he was about to get up when he saw Kurosaki had seated himself at Ishida's desk and was sleeping while Chad's big body blocked him from the teacher's hawk eyes. Ishida's teeth ground together. "He better not drool on my desk, damn it," he growled in a low voice.

"Oh, that's quite a reaction. You got a thing for that orange haired freak?"

Ishida spun back around to face her and sputtered as his face turned red. "What?! A thing…f-for that? You must be joking!"

Chizuru settled her chin into her hands and blinked at him with a smirk on her face. "You two do have this great tense atmosphere. One could slice the sexual tension with a knife."

The Quincy gaped at her, at a complete loss for words at the absurd accusation, but then Tatsuki moved in the corner of his eye and a slow, sinister smile crept over his face. "I could say the same about you and Arisawa-san."

Her chin fell out of her hands and nearly hit the desk. "Wh-What?! Not in a million years!" she screeched, some students turning to look at the commotion.

"I hope that enthusiasm is over your project, Honsho-san," the teacher stated.

Chizuru muttered her affirmative and then turned back to her partner. "You're a prick."

He shrugged. "And you're insane."

"I am not insane!"

Ishida raised a perfect eyebrow. "Anyone who pursues Inoue-san like you do should be committed."

"That's not insanity! That's love!"

He snorted in derision and before she could respond, the bell rang.

"Thank god," she sighed.

"See you after school," Ishida commented as he turned from her desk, making her groan.

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Chizuru begrudgingly dragged her feet to the room where the handicrafts club met. She couldn't believe she had to do a project with this jerk. Never once did she get picked to partner with Orihime. She couldn't understand why! Okay…well, maybe she did go a little overboard sometimes. But Orihime was so cute! She just couldn't help herself!

The door was already open and she peered inside to see that Ishida was the only one left, hovering over a desk, his fingers nimbly working around fabric, thread, and needle. Something made her pause and she cocked her head to the side as she watched him sew the delicate thing, his pale, slender fingers moving fluidly and surely. His brow was scrunched down into a frown behind his glasses as his perfectly straight hair swung across his cheek, brushing the soft, pale skin.

Chizuru started when she realized what kind of path her thoughts were headed. She was feeling…attracted to this guy! Ridiculous. Just because his features were more feminine than others doesn't mean she should suddenly have the hots for such a jerk. He was probably a homo anyway…and she was a homo! She mentally slapped herself to remember that.

"Are you going to stand there watching me all day?"

His condescending voice sliced through her. He knew?! "No!" she shot back. "I was trying to be nice and wait for you to finish," she lied.

Ishida stopped at that and looked up at her, his frown relaxing as he studied her for a moment. "I apologize. That was rude of me. Thank you for being patient."

She blinked as he turned back to his sewing to pack it away. Well, what do you know? He could actually be nice once in a while. "Yeah, sure."

He finally slid out of his seat and gracefully walked towards her. "Shall we see if the science room is free then?" he asked her mildly.

Chizuru could only nod and follow, feeling confused at this nicer side of him. Tch, whatever. He was still a superior prick. He just found manners once in a while.

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Well, at least he's smart enough that we can get this done quickly, she thought as she waited for him to mix the salt and powder chalk.

"Beaker, please."

She handed over the beaker of water and alcohol. "You know, I could do some of the work."

"Not necessary," he said shortly as he mixed the elements.

Chizuru sighed and fiddled with a beaker full of blue dye.

Ishida's eyes darted up to hers for a moment. "Why do you go after Inoue-san like that?"

She nearly dropped the beaker. "Eh? What's this all of a sudden?"

He shrugged. "Just making conversation."

She narrowed her eyes at him. He definitely did not seem like the type to start up conversations for no reason. "Because I love her of course."

"Do you."

"Why the hell are you so curious?!"

"Why do you pursue her when your efforts are meaningless?"

"What did you say?" she ground out.

"Obviously, she is not interested in girls. And furthermore, she's in love with another."

"I already know that!"

Those calm eyes flicked back to her. "Do you."

Chizuru slammed her palm down on the table. "Like I said before, why the hell do you care about me and my love life?"

That eyebrow rose above his lens again. "You have a love life?"

"Lack of!" she shouted in frustration. "Whatever! Don't get technical, just answer the damn question!"

Ishida shrugged again as he focused on their project. "Just making conversation."

In a fury, Chizuru forgot that there was a beaker still in her hand and made a move to point at him angrily while hurling some insult. She felt the world slow down as the beaker went flying out of her hand and across the table, heading straight for her partner. "Ishida!" But her cry was too late. The beaker had already slammed into his chest, the liquid splashing all over his shirt and up on his glasses.

"Shit!" Ishida cursed unexpectedly, and Chizuru's eyes went wide in apology as he jumped back, picking at the sopping wet shirt. "Damn it."

"I'm sorry! I-"

He waved her off. "It's fine, Honsho-san. It was just an accident…I hope…" Her eyes grew even bigger as his slim fingers began unbuttoning his school shirt.

"Wh-What are you doing?!"

Ishida paused and lifted his head. "Taking my shirt off…"

"I can see that! But why?!"

"Because…" he said slowly as if he wasn't quite sure of her intelligence at that moment. "I don't particularly want to continue our project dripping wet."

"…Oh…."

"Does it bother you that much?"

"N-No! Go ahead. It's totally fine…you just surprised me." She looked back down to busy herself with the things at the table. What was wrong with her? It was just a boy! She didn't like boys! They were crass and smelly and dirty and… Her eyes watched him over her glasses. And he was slender and clean and polite and… Her tongue licked her lips as he reached the last button and shimmied out of his shirt, his skin glistening from the liquid that had soaked through, his delicate pink nipples hard from the sudden chill. His skin looked so smooth, his muscles long and lean.

He took off his glasses and she caught sight of deep blue eyes under frowning eyebrows as he tried to wipe them off on his soggy shirt.

He was beautiful.

She felt her cheeks flush hotly at the thought. What was she thinking?! He definitely did not have her goddess's glorious breasts. And as clean and pretty as he was, he was still decidedly manly. And she was fairly certain he had a penis and testicles. And she didn't like those. Of course not.

Her eyes flicked down to the zipper and button duo on the low-slung school pants. Definitely did not like those.

He tossed the shirt over a metal chair and brought up his glasses, allowing her to tear her gaze away from his crotch to the table in front of her just before he got his vision back. Her eyes went back to him when he made a sound of frustration. She sighed and decided to be helpful as he scowled at his smeared glasses. It would at least distract her from her crazy thoughts.

Chizuru felt his eyes on her as she walked around the table to retrieve her bag and after rummaging around in it for a bit, she pulled out her eyeglass cloth and walked over to him with her hand held out. Silently, he took off his glasses and handed them to her and it was an effort not to stare into those deep blue eyes of his. She quickly finished and handed them back to him, glancing up at his face.

She shouldn't have done looked at those intense eyes. Was he trying to shoot laser beams out of his eyes? What was his deal?

Suddenly he had stuck his glasses in his pocket and then he was reaching up with both hands and grasping the sides of her glasses. She froze as he pulled them off. What… His hands really were soft, she discovered as the back of his fingers swept down her cheeks while he pulled off her glasses. She should have slapped away the hand that fingered the tips of her pink hair, but she couldn't pull out of this spell those eyes had put her under.

And then her shoulders were being gently grabbed and his lips touched hers. She gasped in surprise and then couldn't believe the electricity that shot through her and made her press back against his lips. They stayed like that for a few moments, experimenting with the positions of their lips until Ishida finally pulled back.

Chizuru finally snapped out of it and wrenched her shoulders from his hands. "What the hell was that?!"

"I don't know," he stated honestly.

"Well…you shouldn't have done that!" That sounded weak even to her.

"You kissed me back."

Oh, what a man thing to say. "Of course I did! I…I…well I just…you just caught me by surprise is all." Weak again.

He took step towards her, his eyes glued to her mouth. "I want to do it again."

"What?!" She took a step back.

"I said, I'd like to do that again, if you don't mind."

"I do mind!" What was wrong with him?! Why were his eyes so dark? And what was with this determined look?!

"Do you?" he asked skeptically.

"I…" Her bottom hit the table behind her and he came closer until their bodies almost brushed. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

She couldn't breathe when that tempting chest was right in front of her! And he didn't stink like a man; he smelled good. Really, really good. "Yes, do that again." Oh god, oh god, what was she doing? What was she thinking? But then she couldn't think anymore because his head was dropping and he was kissing her again, but harder. And then he was gripping her hips and pulling her up against him and her hands were exploring the skin that was as soft as it looked. She wasted no time in finding those nipples, and she pinched them lightly between her fingers which made him groan in a way she never thought she'd hear from him and push deeper into the kiss. His tongue was everywhere in her mouth and she fought back to go everywhere in his.

He was fighting to get back into dominance in her mouth and she bit his lip, releasing more sounds from his mouth that she never dreamed she'd hear. Her nails scraped gently over his nipples and down his lean stomach and then his hands gripped her hips tighter and sat her on top of the table, fitting himself in between her legs.

She found herself not caring what he did as long as he didn't stop, as long as she could keep running her hands over his skin and into his silky hair. Her breasts ached against his chest and she considered removing the fabric in between them when suddenly he ground into her panties and she was reminded that this was a man she was making out with in the school science room. Not Orihime whom she'd always fantasized about. Not even a girl. But a man.

However, from the moaning whimper that left her lips when he ground into her again, she apparently didn't care. In fact, she found her body bucking up to meet his rhythmic thrusts as she gasped and made her own funny noises against his mouth as his hands slid up her waist to fill his palms with her breasts.

She'd be lying if she said that behind the thousands of explosions in her nerves and the heat coursing through her body, she wasn't feeling pretty damn smug at bringing out this side in the stiff gentleman. She supposed he could be a womanizer behind a nerdy façade and simply wanted to try his hand at turning a lesbian, but she simply couldn't bring herself to care when his tongue was doing that and his hands were doing this and he was hitting that spot right there.

But of course right when things were getting really hot, the door that they hadn't locked because they hadn't expected this little impromptu make-out session was opened by two girls and their loud gasps interrupted them.

Never in her life would she ever have imagined that not only would she be caught dry humping a boy in school, but that it would be by Inoue Orihime. Not only that, but that she would be annoyed to see her there because she had interrupted them. Everything felt topsy-turvy.

Tatsuki was the first to speak. "Holy shit."

Ishida seemed unable to move an inch from his current position which was him between her legs and her breasts gripped in his hands. Finally, his brain seemed to start up again and he released her breasts and quickly straightened her clothes and hair for her. Such a gentleman.

"Oh my," Orihime said as she looked at them with wide eyes and a light blush over her cheeks. "I didn't know you two were dating."

"We're not!" they both exclaimed in unison.

Tatsuki grinned lethally. "Chizuru, I thought you were a lesbian."

"I am!" she snapped.

"Uh-huh…well, Ishida I always thought you were gay, but I didn't realize you were hiding a vagina under those pants."

While Ishida sputtered, Orihime turned to Tatsuki. "Really? I thought he was in love with Rukia."

"Rukia?! I am not gay nor do I like Rukia! What the hell?!"

"So," Tatsuki deduced. "You're hiding a vagina."

"Not that either!" he spat out.

"Hey, what's goin' on in here – whooaa," Ichigo had just walked in and gaped then smirked at the sight of a half naked Ishida still standing between Chizuru's legs. "Dude…did you turn a lesbian straight? Nice."

Chad gave him a thumbs up.

"I am not straight!" Chizuru screamed.

Ichigo held up his hands. "Okay, so you're bi now. Whatever."

"I am not! Men are digusting!"

Ishida looked at her then with a raised eyebrow. "Well then what does that make me?"

"You…Y-You are the exception," she muttered as her face flushed.

"Aww," Orihime exclaimed.

And then Chizuru did the unthinkable; she glared at Orihime.

But a second after that she was grateful to her because Orihime waved her hands before another word could be uttered and began ushering the group out. "Come on, let's leave them alone. We can use the science room downstairs."

When the door shut and the room was quiet again, a distinct awkwardness filled the space between them. Ishida wouldn't look away from the door and Chizuru fiddled with her skirt like the shy, delicate schoolgirl she was not.

"So…" he finally said. "I'm the exception?"

"Shut up," she grumbled.

"So I'm not?"

"Yeah, you are, okay? Happy?"

"No," he said bluntly and seriously, finally turning back to her and gently raising her chin up to look at him. Gently was strange. She wasn't used to being handled gently. And when he touched her like that it shook her heart. "I think I might like you."

"What?! Like me?! Why the hell would you like me?!"

"How should I know?!" he shot back, frustration etched in his face. "I went from barely knowing you and not liking what I knew to losing control the moment you get near me! You…" He shoved his hand into his hair, messing the normal perfection. "Fuck…"

Chizuru's eyes had grown wide as she watched him. He was normally so infuriatingly perfect and composed. "Well I…I don't know what I feel. This is just crazy…"

"Yeah…"

She stared up at him for a moment, those gentle, intelligent blue eyes piercing her. Finally, she sighed and hooked her fingers into the belt loop of his pants. "Just kiss me again, would you?"

She could have sworn he bowed slightly at her. "I'd be happy to."

This was the most bizarre day of her life. He was a man and a particularly irritating one at that. But then… he just smelled so good…