A little OC, but don't we all act a bit OC in certain situations? Naughty, but not? You tell me.

I tried to be as general with the story as possible so that I wouldn't spoil any major plots in the manga/anime.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach or any Bleach characters…but if Tite Kubo would just give in and marry me already, I might get a share of the empire.

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FRIENDLY FETISH

It was rare chance moments when anyone would view the top of Chad Yasutora's head. Perhaps when seeing him pass under a window, or when he bowed deeply in respect (or to hide a blush), or even during yet another rare moment when he was knocked down during a battle.

Any time Orihime Inoue caught this rare glimpse, a marching parade of very random thoughts would run through her mind: 'Since Chad-kun is so big, would they consider his head having its own zipcode?'; 'I know my bean and peanut butter paste would do wonders for his scalp'; 'All that hair must be hot. He should shave it like Napolean Dynamite's friend did'; and so on.

Yet again, Orihime found herself getting a bird's eye-view of her towering friend's mane. However, this time her thoughts moved at the speed of molasses, bringing the gears of her mind to a screeching halt. Her mouth known for spewing rapid-fire randomness was agape in shock, while her heart took on the job of imitating speeds that would shame a Ferrari. All she could do was stare down wide-eyed at the thick, soft mop of dark brown hair gracing a majestic head and framing a chiseled face…

…A face which was currently nuzzling her soft flesh like it was super-sized catnip, and he was the very big, very happy kitty it was bought for.

Even if she wanted to, Orihime couldn't explain what had happened to get her into this especially unusual predicament. Just as she was getting ready to come to her senses, all functions fizzled into nothing when she felt the wet, warmth of Chad's tongue…