I realize I’m a witness to change.

It would be easy to pull out her phone and dial Ichigo’s phone number but he could be in fight so Tatsuki held off. It would be so easy and safer to get out of her seat and walk over the pair but to actually ask if they knew what was keeping Ichigo from class was anything but easy. Tatsuki would just be brushed off or lied to. Never-mind Tatsuki could see the monsters. (Never-mind that hiding the truth wasn’t going to magically keep her safe from the monsters.) Never-mind she could remember Kuchiki-san even though most of their class over night forgot about their fellow classmate. Never-mind Tatsuki was Orihime’s best friend and once upon a time had Ichigo’s friend. There were words in the back of Tatsuki’s throat; they had been staying there for months instead of confronting Orihime about everything she had been hiding from Tatsuki. If she kept things like they were by not expressing her frustration at the situation Orihime had put her in this whole thing was going to fester like a neglected wound. Actually, Tatsuki amended as she watched Orihime lift up a hand and scratch the back of her head in embarrassment, it was already festering.