You don't like her. Really, you don't. She's too nice and perky and kind, and, and, argh! She's a huge pain.

But…she cried for you. She cried for you when you were in pain. And she smiled at you when you were mean to her. And she thanked you when you said harsh things at her. And she accepted you. Despite your attitude and all of your bad traits, she accepted you. She likes you.

Still, you don't like her. But it wouldn't be terrible to see her happy. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. No, it wouldn't be that bad.

You sort of want to shrink her down and put her in your dollhouse. Surround her in cute things forever, make her smile, but that seems like a waste of time. And even if you were to hide yourself in her, even if you could control her and her thoughts, you already know exactly what will make her happy. You know.

He doesn't.

He's a stupid guy. Hot, yes. Strong, sure. A good guy, okay. But stupid. Plain stupid. But she's stupid, too, so you guess that's good. Stupid begets stupid, right? A perfect match, you'll say. If only he would catch on, though. But he's a moroooon!

She's just as bad, you realize. If she were smart, which you know she is, she would have already confessed to that dummy. But she goes year after year not doing anything! It's so not cute! And no matter how much you scold her over the phone about her dumb decisions (how dare she drop out of college!), she still keeps her feelings hidden. She is so frustrating!

And so is he. But you can't scold him the way you do her. She likes it when you stop by her work and lecture her over cookies and cakes. He doesn't like when you try to boss him around during his training sessions, so you don't berate him as much as you do her. Because she likes when you yell at her, and he doesn't.

So you guess that's why you wouldn't mind if she were happy. Even when you rebuke her, she's always making up small excuses to call you when you can't stop by to see her, which you only do to eat because her shop has the best desserts. She always inviting you to her place when you get too busy or stressed with your business. She's always giving you that smile that you are not used to getting from anyone. She's always…cute.

And you've always had a soft spot for cute things.

So when she calls you in the middle of night, excited to the point that she is nearly screaming through the phone, you have to fight back a smile. And instead of smiling, you first start out by criticizing her for calling so damn late and for her loud volume. You then click your tongue and tell her that it's about time that Ichigo asked her out and revealed his feeling. Then, you tell her to calm down and for her to explain, in detail, what happened and what he said because you waited a long time for this, and you deserve to hear the full story. You waited a long time for her to be happy, and you want to hear how it happened.

Of course, you don't tell her this. Why should you? She knows that you are all bark and no bite. She knows that you don't like her. You tell her enough. But she knows the truth even though you don't say it aloud. She knows that you don't like her but that you love her. Just like she loves you.

"Riruka-chan? Are you listening? You're not asleep, are you?"

"I'm asleep. Why?"

You hear her whine.

This time, you can't help but smile. Because she's happy, and it's not the worst thing to happen. She's finally happy. And you guess that means he is happy, too. Which is all you could want for your friends.

But that doesn't stop you from calling her a dummy for loving such a dense guy. You wouldn't be you if you were to say how you really feel. Which is that you are happy. But you think she knows that anyways. After all, she wouldn't be Orihime if she didn't.