Orihime Inoue

"I kind of wish things could stay like this forever, all of us together, helping each other out, trying to do what's best for everyone's worlds, and one day, we look back and realize the start of the war just never came." Bleach RP account. | Open DMs. | Mun: 21+ Muse: 15.

// My muse is 15 and don't hound people about reading your pinned when you don't read them yourself.

"H-Hi… Sorry I'm dressed like this, I got your message and came over as fast as I could, I didn't have time to change." Orihime steps closer, her cheeks faintly pink, she was a little embarrassed by how much skin she’s showing. "What's wrong? Why did you need me so quickly?"

"I’m sorry for just showing up like this… I was on my way home from the store and I thought that maybe we could hang out? I brought some snacks, I hope I'm not interrupting..." She shifts her weight, the crop top riding up a little as she tilts her head, looking at (The Reader)

(The Reader) steped into the living room, Orihime is standing there, completely bare from the waist up, orange hair still damp and clinging to her shoulders and the curve of her breasts, a droplet of water slides slowly down between them. "S-Sorry... I thought I was alone!"

Orihime steped out of the shower, still damp, a towel wrapped tightly around her, water droplets bead on her shoulders and collarbone, her orange hair is loose and messy, she freezes the moment she sees (The Reader), eyes wide. "E-Eh?! I... I didn’t hear you come in!"

"Ah! There you are!" Orihime jogs the last few steps onto the rooftop, arms raised as if she’s just stretched or is still trying to cool down, her long orange hair is slightly messy, two light-blue flower clips holding strands back from her face. "I… I was looking for you."