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Hello~! I'm a nurse at Doctor Ishida's hospital, also a student at his son's, Uryu, school. My name is (Y/n). And today Boss Cross (A.K.A Ryuken(A/N sp?) assigned me with a 'special' task. Recently Uryu's been having trouble with his low 'bread' pressure, I don't know I ran out of the room eager to get the job done ASAP. So I didn't hear it all, hehe.So I've been stalking following Uryu all day, and I haven't seen him looking dizzy or anything! I'm wondering if, Boss Cross lied to me? Naw, he's too serious for that! Oh! Wait, now Uryu's talking to some weirdos in black clothing. Huh, one looks like he's in grade school with spiky white hair, beautiful turquoise eyes and a scowl that's supossed to be scary, but is actually quite adorable~! A girl with strawberry blone hair, blue eyes and big... uh... breasts. Like really big. Wow. A very tall guy with a 'bad-boy' vibe and... a red pineapple on his head? Oh, well, okay then. Hey! There's Ichigo, Chad, Orihime and Rukia who are talking to a guy with long raven hair, violet-grey eyes and... a completely blank face? Huh? Why so serious? Ok, right. Mission time! Time for the 'casually walking by then sees friends, and decides to attack say hi to them'. Oh, and save Uryu from low 'bread' pressure' plan.
Right now I'm sneaking up behind Ichigo, but the guy Rukia was talking to earlier notices me! But he doesn't say anything, so...(being the smart person I am) I wink at him and motion him to be quiet. He just nods slightly, but there's a barely noticeable amount of amusment in his violet-grey eyes.
When I'm just a few feet away from Ichigo, I sprint with demonic ninja speed and stealth and kick him in the back knee really hard. As he yelps in pain and surprise, alarming the others who all tense, he drops to his knees as I put him in a strong headlock while pressing my D-cup breasts into the side of his face.(A/N Mwahahaha) This gets mixed reactions: Orihime, Chad, Rukia, shorty, pineapple and melons have amusment and surprise. The blank-faced man has clearly noticeable amusment. While Uryu looks amused, surprised and jealous? Who would be jealous about being in a headlock?
"(Y/n)!? What the...hell?" Ichigo started to yell but then started to get quiet and sqeaky at the end once he noticed my boobs straining against my shirt, and in his face.
"Strawberry~! How ya been? Hey... your face is red. Are you okay?" I asked worriedly as I let him out of the headlock. But he just slumps forward a little.
"..."
"NO!! Berry?! Don't die on me! You still have to replace the glasses for my Claude costume!" I yelled while shaking his shoulders back and forth. As I do this, I can hear talking in the background:
"Oh no. Is he dead?" said Melons.
"No he isn't. Most likely passed out." says Shorty.
"Ichigo! Get up so I can punch you for being taken down so easily!" Rukia.
"Hmph. Take that Kurosaki." Blank face.
"Wow Ichigo your're real popular with the ladies~!" Pineapple.
"Yeah Ichigo, why are you so popular with the ladies. Especially (Y/n)!" says Uryu(?)
"..." Chad.
"Ichigo! Are you okay?" asks Orihime.
I hear a groan and look down, "Ichigo your're alive?! Now where are my glasses?!"
"Hey, where's the love?"(A/N: Senbonzakura said that hehe.) Ichigo groaned while sitting up. I then slapped the back of his head, just for the fun of it. I could practically feel Uryu's smirk.
Just then I heard a bad cough, like someone was trying to cover up laughter, *smirk* or someone who had low 'bread' pressure. I looked at Uryu whos shoulders were shaking? Oh no!
"No! Uryu!? Don't die from low 'bread' pressure! Here!" I screamed as I ran to him. Then I magically pulled a loaf of bread out of thin air (actually my bag) then started to shove it into his mouth. Everyone else sweatdropped.
In the background:
"Low..." Melons.
"...bread..." Shorty.
"...pressure?" Pineapple.
You could see the question marks in the air.
"..." Chad.
"What the hell? Not this again." Ichigo and Rukia.
"Oh, dear." Orihime.
"Hm." Blank face.
"(muffled (Y/n)) vut arf hue dwa-ing?! - (Y/n) what are you doing?!-" Uryu question/yelled half heartedly. Happy to have you paying attention to him, but not in this kind of... way?
Finally, he managed to get you to stop shoving bread into his mouth, to which you pouted, to which he found adorable, and swallowed what bread he had in his mouth.
"(y/n), why did you do that? And I have low 'blood' pressure, not bread." He said with a slight blush on his face while pushing up his glasses.
"I'm saving you from the dreaded low 'bread' pressure Boss Cross told me you have!" You exclaimed wholeheartedly. You heard this in the background:
"We'll leave you two to talk. Okay?" Ichigo said as he and the others walked off.
As soon as the others were out of sight, Uryu burst out laughing! And soon you joined in too.After a while both of you finally calmed down, but he was still smiling.
"You should smile and laugh more, Uryu~!" You said smiling at him.
Uryu's POV:
"You should smile and laugh more Uryu~!" (Y/n) said while smiling adorably at me.
"Sure thing." I said to her.
As she started to walk ahead she called back to me: "It's a promise then."
She winked, and started walking again, slowly for me to catch up.
I sighed contently as I followed after her, "Only for you, (Y/n). Only for you..." As I watched her back ahead of me, I whispered to the fading skylight "I love you, (Y/n). And I will tell you soon." Unbeknownst to him, you heard him.
(Y/n)'s POV:
"I love you, (Y/n). And I will tell you soon" You heard him whisper behind you.
You smiled. "I love you too, Uryu." You said softly. "And that's a promise."THE END
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Low-Bread Pressure - UryuxReader Bleach Oneshot
HumorUryu has been 'suffering' from 'low-bread pressure', and (Y/n) is ordered by Ryuken to follow or stalk him in case something happens... and something definitely happens.