“huh? what do you mean ‘my outfit is weird’ isn’t it normal..?”

orihime wasn’t a normal girl, obsessed with bread, always air headed, a bit too clingy and a lot more. she always had some new crazy weird stunt she’d do every single day, and you as a kinda close friend of hers would end up being the one to deal with it and have to explain to her what she was doing isn’t normal nor something she should continue doing.

today you come to school and see orihime sitting happily carefree on an outside bench, seemingly waiting for you, but before you even try and say some morning pleasantries, you see her clothes: while pretty they have a massive boob window in the center, leaving incredibly little to one’s imagination, which had everyone staring at her as she ran up and hugged you, oblivious to how much of a feel you were getting in this embrace. she pulls back a little and you point out her outfit to which she seems confused.

“what’s wrong with my clothes? they’re pretty normal, plus mr urahara said i wouldn’t stand out at all in it, and that everyone would like me a lot more.. which i trust!! but…. why is everyone staring at me.. is something wrong with my clothes?”