I'd Shout "Hooray!"
Jul. 4th, 2005 12:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chibi_trillianInspired by the song “If You Were Gay” from Avenue Q and a conversation had with Tarvosio in a Quizno’s about how Ichigo is either really dense, an extraordinarily late bloomer, or gay.
“I’m fine with it, you know.”
Ichigo blinked at Chad, pausing with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth. They’d beaten the others up to the roof for lunch and were, at the moment, the only ones up here. “Fine with what?”
“You being gay. It’s fine with me, and I’m still going to be your friend.”
Ichigo’s face was that particular shade that people turn when they can’t decide whether to flush with rage or go white from shock. He looked a bit like he’d been hit in the back of the head with a board, and the owner of said board was going to have it jammed up his ass in half a second. “What the FUCK makes you think I’m gay?!”
Chad shrugged slightly. “You can’t help it. It’s a genetic thing, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed. I know if I was gay, you’d still be my friend. Well, I’m not, but the point stands.”
Ichigo went bright red, and promptly started screaming and punching Chad in the shoulder. Chad suspected the only thing keeping him from leaping to his feet and kicking at him was that he didn’t want to lose his bento or explain why he was beating on Chad at lunchtime when everyone else showed up. He wasn’t really surprised at Ichigo’s reaction, but he felt it had needed to be said. Ichigo’s punches were halfhearted at best anyway.
“I’m not gay! Fuck, if anyone’s gay, it’s that goddamn queen Ishida! How the hell could you think I was gay? I ought to kick your a—“
The rooftop door clicked, and Ichigo cut off mid-rant. The only signs of the interrupted tantrum were a much-deepened scowl and a fading flush on his cheeks. Ishida walked onto the roof, grunted a hello, sat down across from Ichigo, and started eating that odd, rather phallic wrap-type lunch of his. Weird, just like the rest of Ishida.
This time, having been smacked by Chad’s trusty clue-by-four, Ichigo actually managed to catch himself staring at the way Ishida’s mouth moved while he ate, the way he’d been staring for the past month or so. Ishida had really nice lips. They were usually smirking in that geekly malevolent way that Ishida had, but they were still nice. Some part of his brain that had just now elected to make itself consciously known informed him that it loved those stupid, dorky alien-food-product wraps. Especially the first bite Ishida took out of them, when he had to get his mouth all the way around the end…
Ichigo glared at Chad in humiliation and dawning oh-shit-ness. Chad smiled slightly, patted Ichigo’s spiky orange head in a mildly patronizing manner, and said, “I’m okay with it. Honestly.”
Ishida lifted an eyebrow. “Okay with what?”
Ichigo shook his head frantically and said, “Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a different conversation, which is over now and will not be brought up ever again.” He then returned to muttering into his bento like a crazy man, and sneaking furtive peeks at Ishida.
Chad shrugged slightly again, and went back to his lunch.
“I’m fine with it, you know.”
Ichigo blinked at Chad, pausing with his chopsticks halfway to his mouth. They’d beaten the others up to the roof for lunch and were, at the moment, the only ones up here. “Fine with what?”
“You being gay. It’s fine with me, and I’m still going to be your friend.”
Ichigo’s face was that particular shade that people turn when they can’t decide whether to flush with rage or go white from shock. He looked a bit like he’d been hit in the back of the head with a board, and the owner of said board was going to have it jammed up his ass in half a second. “What the FUCK makes you think I’m gay?!”
Chad shrugged slightly. “You can’t help it. It’s a genetic thing, and you shouldn’t feel ashamed. I know if I was gay, you’d still be my friend. Well, I’m not, but the point stands.”
Ichigo went bright red, and promptly started screaming and punching Chad in the shoulder. Chad suspected the only thing keeping him from leaping to his feet and kicking at him was that he didn’t want to lose his bento or explain why he was beating on Chad at lunchtime when everyone else showed up. He wasn’t really surprised at Ichigo’s reaction, but he felt it had needed to be said. Ichigo’s punches were halfhearted at best anyway.
“I’m not gay! Fuck, if anyone’s gay, it’s that goddamn queen Ishida! How the hell could you think I was gay? I ought to kick your a—“
The rooftop door clicked, and Ichigo cut off mid-rant. The only signs of the interrupted tantrum were a much-deepened scowl and a fading flush on his cheeks. Ishida walked onto the roof, grunted a hello, sat down across from Ichigo, and started eating that odd, rather phallic wrap-type lunch of his. Weird, just like the rest of Ishida.
This time, having been smacked by Chad’s trusty clue-by-four, Ichigo actually managed to catch himself staring at the way Ishida’s mouth moved while he ate, the way he’d been staring for the past month or so. Ishida had really nice lips. They were usually smirking in that geekly malevolent way that Ishida had, but they were still nice. Some part of his brain that had just now elected to make itself consciously known informed him that it loved those stupid, dorky alien-food-product wraps. Especially the first bite Ishida took out of them, when he had to get his mouth all the way around the end…
Ichigo glared at Chad in humiliation and dawning oh-shit-ness. Chad smiled slightly, patted Ichigo’s spiky orange head in a mildly patronizing manner, and said, “I’m okay with it. Honestly.”
Ishida lifted an eyebrow. “Okay with what?”
Ichigo shook his head frantically and said, “Nothing. Nothing at all. Just a different conversation, which is over now and will not be brought up ever again.” He then returned to muttering into his bento like a crazy man, and sneaking furtive peeks at Ishida.
Chad shrugged slightly again, and went back to his lunch.
