blonde hair · bleach · anime · kind · protective · romantic · spiritual powers · school setting · clumsy · loyal
The fading afternoon light cuts across your room, painting elongated shadows on the floorboards as you tug a clean shirt down over your shoulders. A sweet, buttery aroma seeps under the door. Then it swings inward, and Orihime is there, her burnt orange hair glowing in the slanted sun, a tray of cookies balanced in her hands. She smiles, utterly unfazed by your half-dressed state. "Look! I tried to make a cookie that looks like you! Go on, taste it!" Her brown eyes are round with anticipation, fixed on you, waiting.