Room 504, Monday Morning

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Ino, unlike most the rest of Fandom today, woke up and was perfectly a-okay with the world. She was chirpy, even.

And giggling whenever she looked over to the spare bed in her room, and saw Ichigo there. She’d be less amused if he woke up still all mentally ill-like, but Ino figured that, for now, she’d just take the hopeful route and assume it had worn off over the night.

Because she couldn’t wait to mock him mercilessly.

[For that boy she knocked unconscious, please. ETA: Any discussion relating to hollows is NFB, please.]

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Well, he hadn't found a bump. It didn't mean it wasn't there!

He wrinkled his nose, but surprisingly enough lowered his hand and rolled to his side to let her inspect. "How come you didn't get hit by it? That's hardly fair."

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"Never hits everyone," she said, holding one hand over his head and using a small bit of chakra to make sure it was just a headache. "Just got lucky, I guess."

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"Next time I'm getting lucky," he muttered, trying to follow what she was doing but the whole lack of eyes on the side of his head made it hard. "Pretty sure Ender got hit by it too." Angela hadn't been... Crap.

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He'd probably notice his headache disappearing though. Ino felt like being nice.

Sort of.

"Aw, did someone not like having a true love?"

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It was, which was the only reason why he was holding off an punching her leg. "Shut up! I'm not that corny!"

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"You were yesterday!"

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"Not. Me," he said between gritted teeth and he glared up at her.

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She patted him condescendingly on the head.

"Sorry," she said, "but it was you."

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"No," he said and this time he did try to punch her thigh. "It was not."

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She winced, because that had hurt. "It was," Ino assured him. "Really, really was."

A beat.

"Want to know something though?"

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"What?" he asked, annoyed that the wince actually made him feel badly. Stupid.

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Man, she'd so win in a real fight if it came to that.

"I like you better this way."

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No, this wasn't a fight.

He snorted and that might have been the hint of a grin right there. "No kidding."

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"No kidding," she said, grinning openly. "I never knocked you out before, yeah?"

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"Not that I remember," he eyed her dubiously.

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"See?" she chirped. "So it's definitely a good thing I like you better."

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"Can we just pretend that didn't happen?" he asked. The bed was a lot more comfortable now that he didn't have a headache.

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"Nope!" She beamed. "It's just too funny. One true love, indeed."

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"You're just proving how much you're not," he made a face and decided that now would be a good time to sit up.

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"Would you rather me be the simpering twit you seem to have expected me to be yesterday?"

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"Hell no," he blinked. Oh right, he'd lost his shirt to the ocean. Did he really die? There's been no shinigami so he was going with no. It'd be only polite for Rukia to drop by if he had.

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Ino had a shirt (and it was even his!) but no way was she going to just, you know, offer it to him.

"Good," she informed him. "And you're the one that lost the game, by the way."

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"What?" he asked confused, not following. "What game?" Had he played a game this weekend?

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She grinned.

"You talked first."

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What?

Oh. Oh!

He glared. "That doesn't count! I wasn't myself. You talked first this morning!"