word count. ~1000
rating. PG—13 for sexual themes
disclaimer. Bleach belongs to Kubo Tite
summary. Some guys just couldn’t take a hint… wait. Were those pictures of Orihime changing?
notes. A plot bunny that just wouldn't quit! I just love overprotective!Ichigo, don't you? ❤
‘Damn it!’ Ichigo cursed, turning on his heel and heading straight back to school to retrieve his forgotten English homework.
Within thirty minutes of the final bell ringing, the main building had already mostly emptied, only a few stragglers hung back before heading off to their club duties or going straight home like Ichigo had been planning. In the third year corridor, there were only three guys hanging by the stairwell when Ichigo happened past them. He vaguely recognised them, but it wasn’t like he was exactly the best when it came to remembering names or faces so they were labelled Idiots Number One, Two and Three in his mind as of this moment.
They were soon to be upgraded to Perverted Idiots Number One, Two and Three.
Ichigo would’ve ignored them, as he tended to do for most people, except he caught a snippet of their conversation, stopping him dead in his tracks.
“Wow, check out Inoue-san in this picture!”
“How did you manage to get a shot like that, Hikaru?”
‘Inoue?’ Ichigo’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, his Perverted Idiots After Inoue Alarm was ringing loudly. He quickly turned around and walked back towards them, ears listening intently from around the corner.
“I snuck a hidden camera into the girls’ change room!” Perverted Idiot Number One crowed.
Perverted Idiot Number Two was in awe. “You didn’t!”
“I did! Any other girls you’re interested in? I’ve got a lot of shots, I’ve been thinking about selling them, actually. How about Arisawa? She’s pretty hot.”
“Are you trying to get me to give up on Inoue-san? No way! She is the love of my life!”
“Who doesn’t even know you exist!” Perverted Idiot Number Three snickered.
“Well, that’s why these photos are great!” Perverted Idiot Number Two hugged a photo to his chest and Ichigo clenched his fist as he watched on. “I can practise my love confession to them before trying it out on the real thing.”
“Practising your love confession?” Perverted Idiot Number One threw in sarcastically, “Yeah, that’s exactly what you’ll be doing with a picture of a half-naked Inoue Orihime!” Perverted Idiot Number Three laughed appreciatively.
Ichigo had seen and heard enough.
He rounded the corner swiftly but only Perverted Idiot Number Two caught sight of him. His eyes widened in fear immediately, his mouth too slack with shock to warn his friends to shut up and stop digging their own graves. Had Ichigo not been so incensed, he probably would’ve been amused at his reaction.
“Well,” Perverted Idiot Number Three sighed, still not noticing the menacing silhouette of Kurosaki Ichigo over his shoulder, “it’s not like we have a chance with Kurosaki around anyway.”
Perverted Idiots Number One and Three jumped as though electrocuted when Ichigo’s voice cut into their conversation.
Ichigo pointed to Perverted Idiot Number One. “Your name.” It was not a question, it was an order and Perverted Idiot Number One was not idiotic enough to defy a direct order from Kurosaki Ichigo.
“Shinogawa Hikaru!” he squeaked.
“Shinogawa,” Ichigo crouched down and the three scuttled as far away from him as they could, “what have you got there?”
“N-Nothing!” he said in a voice an entire octave higher than normal. Ichigo paused a beat then raised a skeptical eyebrow before Perverted Idiot Number One practically threw the pictures at him. “We’re sorry!”
“We’re sorry?” Perverted Idiot Number Three hissed. “You’re the one who took the photos!”
“Are you selling me out?” Perverted Idiot Number One was about to launch into a tirade when Ichigo tapped on the head with the photos.
“I trust,” he said quietly, “that these are the only hard copies of these photos, correct?”
“And there aren’t any others floating around?”
“Good. Let’s keep it that way, shall we?” Ichigo stood up, impressively towering over the three quivering boys at his full height. “I’d delete the digital photos and remove those cameras you have hidden as well, but you already knew to do that, didn’t you?” he asked rhetorically.
“Oh, and,” he crouched back down, forcing the boys to press themselves right up against the wall, “if I ever see any more photos of Inoue like this,” his voice was deadly calm as he made direct eye contact with all three of them before slowly adding threateningly, “I will find you all and I will break every bone in your bodies and have a lot of fun doing it. Clear?”
“C-Crystal!” they chorused in unison.
“Excellent.” Ichigo tucked the photos into his jacket pocket before heading for his classroom.
He picked up his English textbook and hesitated for a moment before pulling out the photos. He was going to get rid of them, but it couldn’t hurt to have a little peek, right? Just to see what all the fuss was about.
Sure enough, the top photo was Orihime in uniform, complete with the thigh-high socks he quietly appreciated, but minus her shirt, her lacy bra leaving little to the imagination in regards to her ample bosom. He flushed darkly before letting out a low whistle.
Much like he had shocked the boys earlier, Orihime’s voice made him jump. He whirled his head around as she stepped into his classroom and quickly slipped the photos into his textbook.
“Inoue! What are you doing here?”
“Picking up something for Tatsuki-chan,” she rifled around Tatsuki’s desk before emerging triumphantly. “Tada! What about you, Kurosaki-kun?”
“Oh, just picking up my English book. Sakamoto is just waiting for an excuse to chew me out,” he replied as nonchalantly as he could, but the image of a half-naked Orihime was floating teasingly in his mind.
“Hmm, that doesn’t sound very fair,” she pouted, crossing her arms under her breasts, causing them to bounce playfully.
He quickly diverted his glance. “Well, not much I can do about it,” he waved his book as he shrugged, sending something flying.
“Oh, Kurosaki-kun, you dropped something!” She bent down quickly to pick it up for him before her hand stilled. “Kurosaki-kun,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong, Inoue?” He bent down, concerned, until he caught sight of why she had frozen.
“… Why do you have pictures of me changing?”