"Sorry if it's small," I muttered, opening the door.

He walked in, "Actually, it's okay. I like it," he placed his bag down and dived into the couch.

"Y'know, there's an extra room. But it's okay if you wanna settle on the couch," I muttered. He quickly got off the couch and searched for an empty room.

His hand went to the door opposite my room, "It's locked," he looked at me.

I walked over to him, unlocking the room, "I didn't unlock this room 'cause I thought no one was gonna accompany me," I pushed the door open.

The room was similar to mine. It was empty and there was only a bed, a desk and a closet with a window parallel to the bed. He placed his bag next to the closet, untied his hair, and landed on the bed.

Here's a secret about me. Men with long hair equal attraction.

Seeing his long crimson-red hair spread on the white mattress made me feel things. I stood by the door. I couldn't help myself but stare at him. Gosh, I really wanted to braid his hair right there. He looked at me, some of his hair hung over his face, "Y'know, I have a girlfriend."

My face turned as red as his hair, of course, he does! "Why didn't you move in with her?" I asked him, giving him a look.

"Because she lives in someone's closet..." he muttered, looking away.

I blinked at him, "She lives in whose closet now?"

"...Ichigo.."

"I--," I didn't know what to say, "Who's your girlfriend, anyway?"

"Kuchiki Rukia," he muttered, "I think you've met her. Or at least seen her. She has short black hair."

I think back, "Oh, yeah! I've seen her," I paused, "So, you probably know about Aizen, right?"

"Yeah, everyone in Soul Society does."

"So, tell me about him," I leaned on the door, "What's so dangerous about him?"

"That's going to be a long story."

I closed the door behind me and settled on the chair at the desk, "I've got time."

He raised an eyebrow as he propped himself on his elbow. He takes a deep breath before blurting out a bunch of things. Such as how Aizen was a captain and basically everyone liked him. But he was behind a lot of things that were just plain twisted. I listened in, trying to make sense of everything he mentioned so far.

Honestly, I had no clue what he was saying.

Hollowfication? Rukia was getting executed? Hogyoku? Gotei 13? Quincy? Ichigo is a substitute Shinigami? Orihime had powers? Wait. Who's Chad?

Abarai-Kun stopped, "Are you getting it?" he asked. He must've seen my expression.

I shook my head, "Half of the Japanese words you said, I couldn't translate," I laughed nervously.

He sighed, "This is going to be a long night."

When he said it was going to be a long night. He actually meant it. And I realised how bad my Japanese was. Or maybe those words were very VERY alien to me. He explained the whole thing. I was overwhelmed and I couldn't sleep that night.

I kept telling myself I was sick, and that this was all a fever dream. Oh, plus I got a lieutenant in my house. Yup, Abarai Renji was the lieutenant of Squad Six. Though he didn't have time to explain what Squad Six do.

I realised nearly everything everyone thought was fake was actually real. I realised Ishida Uryu is a Quincy. And that thing on his bracelet was his weapon.

Oh! Don't get me started with Arrancars and Espadas. Just the sheer fact Hollow existed gave me chills. And now I discovered they can indeed evolve into something human-like and they were pretty much very powerful. Not forgetting they have a stage where they reveal their true form.

The problem was their own normal form was already powerful. Renji told me about his battle against an Arrancar. It didn't sound real. But at this point, what was even real?

I asked for answers and now I wish I hadn't. He did reassure me everything was going to be alright. They were contacting Soul Society about Aizen. The big question for me was, how was I supposed to act normally around Aizen after hearing... all that? Orihime did have a traumatic flashback because she was kidnapped.

I was scared shitless. I wanted to go back to my country. Even Renji asked me to do that. Too bad I still couldn't contact my sensei. In conclusion, I'm stuck in a pit of disaster.

But no worries. They had all handled this before, so I was sure they could do it again.

I hope.

I just have to not be suspicious of him. Well, do not show it. I had to act dumb. I don't have to act because I was already indeed dumb. But I couldn't help certain habits like tapping my fingers faster when he looks my way or my restless leg every time he just teaches.

And I indeed didn't like the feeling when he had to call up someone to answer his question or read out loud.

I just hope he didn't notice how my anxiety just drastically changed.

I was walking to class. It was after lunch and we were cleaning the homeroom. I was carrying a bucket of water. "She's a total babe!" I heard someone say, I opened the door of the class, "Who's a total babe?" I asked, seeing a boy with medium-long brown hair that flips outwards. He was standing next to Ichigo.

He froze as soon as his brown eyes went to mine. I blinked at him. I was generally curious about whom he was talking about. I looked over to Ichigo, "Oh, you see, he was talking about--," "No one!" the brown-haired boy interrupted Ichigo.

His cheeks were tinted in pink, "Looks like I have to be somewhere else! Excuse me!" he spoke quickly and left quickly. Leaving Ichigo and me behind. "Um," I placed the bucket down, "Who was that?" I asked. "That was Keigo," Ichigo replied, "He was friends with Mizuiro, the kid you swapped places with."

"Oh," I replied, "He told me about him. He told me to call him Asano-San," I adjusted my glasses, "Who was he talking about?" I looked at Orihime, who was talking to Tatsuki and Rukia, "I mean, I would agree if it was Orihime. She is a total babe."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow, "You're beginning to sound like Chizuru," he crossed his arms.

"Huh?" I turned to him. He gestured to the girl with short red hair who was approaching Orihime from behind. She proceeds to hug Orihime, though her hands were around Orihime's chest. Tatsuki hits Chizuru on the head. "Believe me, I'm not that bold," I muttered, looking away from them.

I didn't know they had a raging lesbian.