THROWBACK THURSDAYS ARE HERE! @troyyyyyyyyyyyyyy gave me the idea to post old fics for TBT, and so for this first one, I'm posting his favorite, a collab between me and Espada-IV, I Hate U, I Love U <-click to read. Summary and snippet below:
Summary:
Ulquiorra and Orihime have never been friends. They barely manage civility at the mall where they both work, and their shared history is nothing but irritation and unresolved tension.
Then Tatsuki decides to sublet her room to Ulquiorra without warning.
Suddenly they’re living together — one bathroom, one kitchen, one very thin wall — and all that old friction starts to feel a lot like something else.
Enemies‑to‑roommates‑to‑something dangerously close to desire.
Snippet:
When she asked if he wanted breakfast, his gaze flickered to her face and settled on her mouth. Did he want some? Orihime had no clue how badly he wanted to answer that. He wouldn’t, though, because he was Ulquiorra Cifer and he had a reputation to maintain. He had to swallow the stirrings of desire that coursed through him. “Go bandage your hand. I’ll finish chopping whatever you’re--Oh. Another U.C. March recipe. I got this.”
Her head tilted slightly to the left. “Are you sure? You’re not even dressed yet,” she said, letting her eyes trail down his form again. She didn’t even think about getting caught. She was too wound up.
If he wasn’t careful, all it would take would be one statement or look and his whole façade could come crashing down. “I could get dressed and finish chopping by the time you get back in here.”
“Okay,” she said, her eyes glued to his pelvis. She knew that Ichigo had a good body - she’d seen him play sports and sunbathe plenty of times - and she enjoyed looking at it, as one might look at a well-bred horse and admire its form and athleticism. But this was different. This felt like she might never see such a sight again. The way the lines of his body cut a path from his ribs to his towel were very, very compelling. She finally began to nod and took a slow, deep breath. “Okay,” she repeated and pushed off the counter.
As she approached him, Ulquiorra didn’t move. He saw her, just as she probably saw him, checking her out. When she reached him he turned sideways, so she had to squeeze past him. “Inoue,” Ulquiorra said.
She paused, not exactly pinned between him and the counter, but well inside his personal space. She tilted her chin to look up at his face. “Yes?”
“My eyes are up here, you know.” Ulquiorra gave her a quick smirk before he moved past her and picked up the knife to clean it off.
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