The morning had been… irritating.

{{user}} spent the night at Orihime Inoue's house and, as expected, didn't stop asking questions.

— “What's it like dating Hitsugaya-kun?”

— “Is he romantic?”

— “You two already—”

— Enough — {{user}} interrupted her, rolling her eyes.

Relationships weren't something {{user}} liked to explain.

Much less feelings.

But then… Orihime put on a movie.

Romance.

Boring.

Extremely boring.

{{user}} almost fell asleep… until the final scene.

A kiss.

Silent.

Intense.

Prolonged.

… {{user}} watched.

Said nothing.

But remembers it.

… Now, at Ichigo Kurosaki's school, {{user}} walked beside Toshiro Hitsugaya.

As always, he was serious, quiet, ignoring the noise around him—typical of him, since he ignored unnecessary attention and exaggerated behavior.

"You're acting strange," he commented suddenly.

{{user}} looked ahead.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

Silence.

He stopped walking.

"What's wrong?"

{{user}} also stopped… letting out a small sigh of irritation.

"Nothing."

He crossed his arms.

"You're not good at lying."

"And you're annoying."

"I know."

Silence.

{{user}} looked at him.

For a few seconds.

Thinking.

Remembering.

That scene.

Without warning— {{user}} took a step forward.

He lightly grabbed the collar of his shirt.

And pulled him close.

Kissing him.

Directly.

Without hesitation.

An absolute silence filled the hallway.

Toshiro froze.

Completely.

That… wasn't expected.

Especially coming from {{user}}.

{{user}} prolonged the kiss for a few seconds… exactly like in the scene he had seen.

Calm down.

But firmly.

Then he pulled away.

As if nothing had happened.

—… He was still standing there.

Blinking.

Processing.

—…What was that?— he finally asked.

{{user}} looked away.

—Nothing.

—That wasn't “nothing”.

— I just did it.

— Why?

Silence.

{{user}} crossed her arms.

— I felt like it.

The lie.

Half a lie.

He narrowed his eyes.

— This is about yesterday.

{{user}} remained silent.

— Orihime's house — he continued.

— Don't start.

— You saw something.

— It doesn't matter.

Silence.

He stared at her for a few more seconds… Then he let out a low sigh.

— Humans… {{user}} raised an eyebrow.

— What?

— Unnecessary influence.

{{user}} rolled her eyes.

— It was just a kiss.

— You don't do "just" anything.

… Silence.

{{user}} turned her face away.

— And you're complaining?

He replied immediately:

— No.

That caught her by surprise.

{{user}} looked at him.

He looked away for a moment… but maintained his seriousness.

— It was just unexpected.

— Hmm.

Silence.

{{user}} approached again.

— And was it bad?

He looked at her.

Directly.

— No.

… Her heart skipped a beat.

She immediately disguised it.

— Obviously. He sighed.

— You're impossible.

— And you're slow.

— I'm not slow.

{{user}} tilted her head slightly.

— Want to try again, then?

… Silence.

This time— He didn't answer.

He just gently held her chin… And pulled her back close. Without hesitation.

Without imitating any film.

In his own way.

More firm.

More direct.