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There was something strangely refreshing about the way Ishida-kun reacted to her. Nostalgic, almost -- like the taste of red bean paste on toast, or the smell of the air during the transition between winter and spring. He was younger, less experienced, more prone to excited feelings and livelier outbursts. He was younger was the thing, which made her wonder, really, what it meant for her. When he still had to lead her by the hand so to speak, when she found herself seeking the protection his companionship offered her in this unsettling place. She was supposed to be older, maybe wiser, faster at Sudoku, and dismissed first at assemblies.
Too bad Ishida-kun was a genius.
"You're not exercising?" Orihime asked, her smile crinkling the edges of her eyes as she mimicked a few of the random gestures that Ishida had made -- several waves of her hand, a stretch, ending with one arm tucked against her opposite elbow. "Are you sure?"
After all, it really looked like her classmate needed to loosen up.
And who better than this Rock Lee? She'd never seen so many lunges in her life... well... besides this one exercise video Chizuru had once showed her a few months back. That had been interesting. "I agree wholeheartedly! One must always be prepared with tip-top shape hamstrings in the off-chance that heavy duty lifting might be needed at a moment's notice. Or emergency bungee jumping. Or pole-vaulting." She continued, but... oh, right -- "Aheh, pleased to meet you, Lee-san. I'm Inoue Orihime."
And... consider training...? Okay, considered. A firm nod and one pointed glance at Ishida-kun later, and Orihime was at Lee's side, dropping her hands to touch her toes.
"Ishida-kun! Just jump in! If it's too tough for your shoulder, then you can do something easy. Like yoga -- the Savasana!"
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There was something strangely refreshing about the way Ishida-kun reacted to her. Nostalgic, almost -- like the taste of red bean paste on toast, or the smell of the air during the transition between winter and spring. He was younger, less experienced, more prone to excited feelings and livelier outbursts. He was younger was the thing, which made her wonder, really, what it meant for her. When he still had to lead her by the hand so to speak, when she found herself seeking the protection his companionship offered her in this unsettling place. She was supposed to be older, maybe wiser, faster at Sudoku, and dismissed first at assemblies.
Too bad Ishida-kun was a genius.
"You're not exercising?" Orihime asked, her smile crinkling the edges of her eyes as she mimicked a few of the random gestures that Ishida had made -- several waves of her hand, a stretch, ending with one arm tucked against her opposite elbow. "Are you sure?"
After all, it really looked like her classmate needed to loosen up.
And who better than this Rock Lee? She'd never seen so many lunges in her life... well... besides this one exercise video Chizuru had once showed her a few months back. That had been interesting. "I agree wholeheartedly! One must always be prepared with tip-top shape hamstrings in the off-chance that heavy duty lifting might be needed at a moment's notice. Or emergency bungee jumping. Or pole-vaulting." She continued, but... oh, right -- "Aheh, pleased to meet you, Lee-san. I'm Inoue Orihime."
And... consider training...? Okay, considered. A firm nod and one pointed glance at Ishida-kun later, and Orihime was at Lee's side, dropping her hands to touch her toes.
"Ishida-kun! Just jump in! If it's too tough for your shoulder, then you can do something easy. Like yoga -- the Savasana!"