So she didn't even know about the dough on her face... Ishida didn't even say anything about it, not really, he just gestured to what was on her face. It was his own silent way of informing her that she must have rushed over her immediately.
Well her words were.... unexpected, to say the least. He was certain that she would have been glued to Kurosaki's side, especially after the final battle. Kurosaki was the one that defeated Yhwach in the end. He had... just helped, just a little.
Still, he was grateful that Orihime had decided to check up on him.
"You're not interrupting anything at all," he smiled at her, a rare smile that he really only saved for her, "and why wouldn't I be okay?"
He wasn't okay, not really, but her concern was appreciated.
"Mm? ...Oh!" She used the cuff of her coat sleeve to flake off the dried batter from her face with a sheepish grin. It was a little embarrassing, but she was grateful he'd told her instead of letting her walk around town in an oblivious state. What if she'd tried to have a heartfelt conversation with him looking like such an uncaring slob? Yikes! "Thank you, ha ha!"
His question did give her pause. He wasn't outright denying it, he was deflecting the subject with a rhetorical question. Her smile faded a little as she studied his face, trying to understand what he was saying beneath the surface, and what would be appropriate to even say in response.
At least he invited her in, she could accept that with a cheerful nod. "Thank you! I wondered what your house looked like anyway. I bet it's sparkling clean!" She followed him inside, politely removing her shoes and unzipping her coat. "I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner. Sometimes it's hard to tell if you don't mind being bothered or if you'd rather deal with things on your own. I figured I'd take the chance just in case! You'd tell me otherwise, ne?"
What was he trying to hide? What he had always been trying to hide from her- exactly how he felt about her. She was stunning, someone that really captivated his attention, and he had no choice but to bottle up his feelings for her. Surely now that the battle was over and done with he could tell her, right?
Wrong, always wrong.
"It's... yeah, something like that." She was right, his house really was extremely clean. It was the home shared between a doctor and his son, after all. His father wasn't around right now, luckily, so Ishida had the whole house to himself. He reached out to her, offering to take her jacket from her.
Wait, so... she was waiting for him to call her over? Well that certainly was foolish, he was never good at being the one to initiate anything. Ah, unless it was some sort of fight with Kurosaki.
"...Ah s-sure thing, Inoue-san, I would tell you if I would rather be left alone. But it's fine, really, I wasn't doing anything today,"
Your company is much appreciated, he wanted to add, but didn't. He turned away from her, now putting away her jacket that he grabbed from her. Once he was done with that he gestured for her to follow him.
She did so, trying not to rubberneck too much. Of all her friends, she probably knew Uryuu the least, so the chance to glean some small insight on what he did when he wasn't training, studying, or sewing was something she couldn't pass up.
Even if it meant she was being a little nosy.
"So what are you planning to do now? In the long term, I mean." Orihime folded her hands behind her back, looking up at the back of his head. "Are you going to apply to any colleges, or move straight to employment?" She knew his father ran the hospital, so it wouldn't surprise her if Uryuu chose that path as well. But it also wouldn't surprise her for him to rebel and veer off to find his own destiny either.
It was sad really, that Ishida knew so much about everyone else but they hardly knew anything about himself. Well, that was just how he let things happen as well, he didn't want people to know anything about him. Especially of his home life, of his relationship with his father.
The long term, huh? Ishida hummed to himself as he turned away from her, heading back towards the living room. Their house was a fairly big size, since his father was a doctor, and it was definitely roomie enough for the two of them. Ishida went to sit at the table in the middle of the room, sitting with his knees tucked under him as he waited for Orihime to join him.
"I'll most likely apply to colleges," his expression was replaced with a frown and he moved to push his glasses further up his nose, "my father wants me to become a doctor, like him."
Which he really doesn't want to do.
Doesn't seem like he ever showed much interest in it...
"You should!" Orihime straightened from where she knelt at the other end of the table. "With grades like yours, you could easily get a scholarship at any university you wanted!"
And yet, his expression didn't exactly trumpet any joy or enthusiasm at the prospect. Why was that, she wondered? Did college seem dull after all of their adventures, or was there something else she wasn't realizing?
She lifted the lid of the cakebox and nudged his present closer to him. They could eat while they talked. He might find it easier to open up to her that way.
"But...you don't seem very happy about that. How come?"
At her comments he stiffens. He definitely doesn't want to become a doctor like his father, no matter what. He wants to stay far away from him, he wants to follow his own path, and most of all- he wants to still live his life as a quincy.
Ishida glanced over at her, offering her a sad smile before he went back to frowning at the thought. It wasn't her fault, she just wanted to encourage him, it wasn't as though she knew about what was happening in his life. He never told anyone anything, after all.
Ah right, the cake. He looked into the box, now taking it and moving it closer to him. He should grab plates for both of them, since he wants to share this after all.
"...It's complicated," and he had planned to just leave it at that, but Orihime had come here with a purpose. She had been worried about him after all.
"I'd just rather not become anything like my father."
His answer wasn't what she expected, but she couldn't be entirely surprised either. The relationship between Quincys was deep and complicated, and she knew so little about them to start with. But she did remember speaking with Uryuu's father personally at the hospital, and remembered the warning he had given her. He wasn't a wicked or selfish man, and he seemed to care about his son a great deal.
What should she say? Should she ask for more information? Was she being too intrusive? It was hard to know what was acceptable and what wasn't, and navigating the conversation was like trying to find the submerged stones in a deep and murky lake when crossing from one side to the other. One misstep and she might never reach a point where they could truly understand each other.
"What do you want to be?" she asked, resting her cheek in the cup of her hand. And why had his father wanted to become a doctor?
Man, he really needed to grab some plates for them. He figured that would be a good enough way of distracting himself, of maybe figuring out just what it was he wanted to say about his family life and his own decisions. Ishida got up suddenly, putting out his hand to tell her that he would be right back and he walked into the other room. The sounds of him fiddling around in the kitchen would become clear to her, and before long he had come back with two plates for them both.
After he had resumed his seat he began to cut the pastry for the two of them.
"...I just... want to be something of use, something that isn't a doctor," he frowned to himself, knowing full well that that wasn't a good enough answer.
"...My dad always told me that being a quincy was useless and that being something more profitable like a doctor was better. I just can't agree to that at all."
Orihime had made to rise, but settled back in once she was stayed by his hand. Maybe he just needed time to think it over before answering. It did trouble her to think that she might be asking about things that were far too personal, but so long as he appeared willing to talk, then...maybe this was what he needed after all. It made her feel a little better, anyway.
She watched his face in quiet curiosity as he explained his feelings. If anyone could understand the innate desire just to feel useful, Orihime could. Especially when it felt like healing just wasn't enough. In that sense, they were far more alike than they realized.
"You kind of proved that it isn't useless, though, ne? You saved my life in Hueco Mundo, when Yammy was about to attack me. That's about as useful as it gets!" she smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head. "But I guess being a hero doesn't really pay any bills, if I have to be practical about it. It's a shame."
It wasn't as if she could just run around using her powers to cure cancer. She might be able to heal a few isolated incidents if she was very careful, but she wasn't crazy about winding up as an experiment herself if she got caught.
"You're wonderful at sewing," she pointed out, folding her arms on the table and shifting her weight to the other hip. "Maybe you could design clothes." A funny thought struck her, and she suddenly laughed aloud. "Ha ha! Maybe you can make doctor clothes incredibly fashionable!"
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Well her words were.... unexpected, to say the least. He was certain that she would have been glued to Kurosaki's side, especially after the final battle. Kurosaki was the one that defeated Yhwach in the end. He had... just helped, just a little.
Still, he was grateful that Orihime had decided to check up on him.
"You're not interrupting anything at all," he smiled at her, a rare smile that he really only saved for her, "and why wouldn't I be okay?"
He wasn't okay, not really, but her concern was appreciated.
"You should come inside though, if you want."
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His question did give her pause. He wasn't outright denying it, he was deflecting the subject with a rhetorical question. Her smile faded a little as she studied his face, trying to understand what he was saying beneath the surface, and what would be appropriate to even say in response.
At least he invited her in, she could accept that with a cheerful nod. "Thank you! I wondered what your house looked like anyway. I bet it's sparkling clean!" She followed him inside, politely removing her shoes and unzipping her coat. "I'm sorry I didn't come by sooner. Sometimes it's hard to tell if you don't mind being bothered or if you'd rather deal with things on your own. I figured I'd take the chance just in case! You'd tell me otherwise, ne?"
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Wrong, always wrong.
"It's... yeah, something like that." She was right, his house really was extremely clean. It was the home shared between a doctor and his son, after all. His father wasn't around right now, luckily, so Ishida had the whole house to himself. He reached out to her, offering to take her jacket from her.
Wait, so... she was waiting for him to call her over? Well that certainly was foolish, he was never good at being the one to initiate anything. Ah, unless it was some sort of fight with Kurosaki.
"...Ah s-sure thing, Inoue-san, I would tell you if I would rather be left alone. But it's fine, really, I wasn't doing anything today,"
Your company is much appreciated, he wanted to add, but didn't. He turned away from her, now putting away her jacket that he grabbed from her. Once he was done with that he gestured for her to follow him.
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Even if it meant she was being a little nosy.
"So what are you planning to do now? In the long term, I mean." Orihime folded her hands behind her back, looking up at the back of his head. "Are you going to apply to any colleges, or move straight to employment?" She knew his father ran the hospital, so it wouldn't surprise her if Uryuu chose that path as well. But it also wouldn't surprise her for him to rebel and veer off to find his own destiny either.
i refuse to say that ishida WANTED to be a doctor
The long term, huh? Ishida hummed to himself as he turned away from her, heading back towards the living room. Their house was a fairly big size, since his father was a doctor, and it was definitely roomie enough for the two of them. Ishida went to sit at the table in the middle of the room, sitting with his knees tucked under him as he waited for Orihime to join him.
"I'll most likely apply to colleges," his expression was replaced with a frown and he moved to push his glasses further up his nose, "my father wants me to become a doctor, like him."
Which he really doesn't want to do.
Doesn't seem like he ever showed much interest in it...
And yet, his expression didn't exactly trumpet any joy or enthusiasm at the prospect. Why was that, she wondered? Did college seem dull after all of their adventures, or was there something else she wasn't realizing?
She lifted the lid of the cakebox and nudged his present closer to him. They could eat while they talked. He might find it easier to open up to her that way.
"But...you don't seem very happy about that. How come?"
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Ishida glanced over at her, offering her a sad smile before he went back to frowning at the thought. It wasn't her fault, she just wanted to encourage him, it wasn't as though she knew about what was happening in his life. He never told anyone anything, after all.
Ah right, the cake. He looked into the box, now taking it and moving it closer to him. He should grab plates for both of them, since he wants to share this after all.
"...It's complicated," and he had planned to just leave it at that, but Orihime had come here with a purpose. She had been worried about him after all.
"I'd just rather not become anything like my father."
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What should she say? Should she ask for more information? Was she being too intrusive? It was hard to know what was acceptable and what wasn't, and navigating the conversation was like trying to find the submerged stones in a deep and murky lake when crossing from one side to the other. One misstep and she might never reach a point where they could truly understand each other.
"What do you want to be?" she asked, resting her cheek in the cup of her hand. And why had his father wanted to become a doctor?
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After he had resumed his seat he began to cut the pastry for the two of them.
"...I just... want to be something of use, something that isn't a doctor," he frowned to himself, knowing full well that that wasn't a good enough answer.
"...My dad always told me that being a quincy was useless and that being something more profitable like a doctor was better. I just can't agree to that at all."
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She watched his face in quiet curiosity as he explained his feelings. If anyone could understand the innate desire just to feel useful, Orihime could. Especially when it felt like healing just wasn't enough. In that sense, they were far more alike than they realized.
"You kind of proved that it isn't useless, though, ne? You saved my life in Hueco Mundo, when Yammy was about to attack me. That's about as useful as it gets!" she smiled awkwardly, rubbing the back of her head. "But I guess being a hero doesn't really pay any bills, if I have to be practical about it. It's a shame."
It wasn't as if she could just run around using her powers to cure cancer. She might be able to heal a few isolated incidents if she was very careful, but she wasn't crazy about winding up as an experiment herself if she got caught.
"You're wonderful at sewing," she pointed out, folding her arms on the table and shifting her weight to the other hip. "Maybe you could design clothes." A funny thought struck her, and she suddenly laughed aloud. "Ha ha! Maybe you can make doctor clothes incredibly fashionable!"