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In one of the clubrooms, Shirasagi Netsutori waits impatiently for new members for her Handicrafts club, one that she founded herself two years ago. Now, as a 3rd year student and recently appointed as the 24th president of the student council, she has to find a new president for the club. She could just pick anyone who’s been in the club for a while, but…none of them quite fit the bill to her.

She could only hope that any new members could yield the needed criterias.

That is…if anyone comes at all.

It may have only been the first day to get new club members, but it was unfortunately slow for her. Some seemed interested, but opted out for other offers.

Deciding to cut her losses, Netsutori prepares to pack up and leave. She actually lives just outside of Karakura, in Naruki City, in fact. So, it takes a while for her to get home.

That is until someone enters the club room.

“Excuse me, are you still accepting applications?”

Netsutori glanced at the entrance to see a fair skinned male student, holding his coat in one arm. He seems to be of average height and the 3rd year took notice of the young man’s more slender and seemingly delicate build, compared to the jocks she finds herself surrounded by. His raven colored hair was short, his bangs reaching slightly past his chin and framed his face. Rectangular shaped, rimless glass sat upon an elegantly sharp nose and his cool blue eyes and neutral frown gazed at her direction patiently.

Blue eyes…that’s not normal for a Japanese born citizen. Unless, this person has some European heritage.

Suddenly remembering the lithe boy’s question, Netsutori replies with, “Uh, yes, I am. I haven’t seen you around. Are you a freshman?”

The boy nods and adjusts his glasses. “I am. Class 1-3. My name is Ishida Uryū.”

Oh, a serious and calm type. Alright.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Shirasagi Netsutori. Class 3-1, funnily enough,” Netsutori said. It was a little funny, in a way, with how the numbers are switched.

Recognition was evident on Uryū’s face. “Shirasagi…as in Shirasagi Ranbu? The designer brand from Naruki?”

Netsutori couldn’t help but smile at such a keen observation.

“The very same,” she responded with confidence.

She doesn’t go out of her way to let it be known who she is or what family she’s a part of, but she doesn’t hide it either. She takes the utmost pride in her family’s line of work and, as the heiress, she was more than privy to the world of fashion designing.

In fact, one of the first things Netsutori did before attending Karakura High was changing uniforms. Plain, solid gray? So boring! With her own talent and her family’s influence, she changed the skirt and pants – adding shorts to boot for any girls who don’t want to wear skirts – to have a gray plaid pattern instead, as she had also done to the bows and ties, and the blazers were given gray plaid accents to match! As for the sweaters for the cooler months, she decided on two variations, black and white.

And it's safe to say that she liked what she had done.

“I must say that I’m surprised to meet someone of your status attending this school,” Uryū says.

That is a fair perspective on his part.

Sure, being the only child of a particularly wealthy family meant that she had the freedom to go to any school she wished. There were a number of great schools back in Naruki and yet Netsutori chose one of Karakura’s many schools infamous for its delinquent activities.

As a matter of fact, Netsutori recalls an incident where a group of hooligans from another school got their butts handed to them by only two of Karakura’s freshman students: a young man with vivid orange hair and a near permanent scowl and a larger looking teen who didn’t even look like a freshman.

As for her reasoning to be here, simple.

She wanted to be here.

Uryū’s comment was very interesting to her.

“I could say the same about you,” Netsutori noted, catching Uryū off guard.

“Huh?”

Netsutori waves dismissively. “Nothing, nothing.” She rises from her seat. “So, Ishida-san, got what it takes to join my Handicrafts Club? What’s your preference? You’re aware of my family’s reputation, so you must know now that I’m rather picky with whom I let in.”

The club isn’t just for gossip. It’s for the purpose of nurturing creative minds. This Ishida Uryū looked more ‘by the book’ ‘by the rules’ type. While not wrong, it can be a detriment to artistic creativity. Art – be it fashion, sketching, or macrame – is freedom.

“I’ve always had an interest in sewing when I was a child. I even learned how to stitch my own clothing and do embroidery,” Uryū said. He holds up the coat he was holding in his arm. “This coat, for example. I made this myself.”

“Really? May I have a closer look?” Netsutori asked. She can only gleam so much from a partially folded garment. It was a nice beige with blue trimmings, but that’s about it. She wants a closer look.

“Sure.”

Uryū hands her the coat and she holds it outwards by the shoulders. She examines the coat closely and thoroughly, her trained eye scanning every part of the fabric and stitches. The stitches were…very unique. Of the hundreds Netsutori could recall, she has yet to recognize the stitching in the coat. It was well hidden and very sturdy too. The fabric held together well, showing that cheap fabric was not used in its creation.

This was…amazing!

A part of her wants to say that Uryū had nothing to do with this magnificent creation, this school has its ruffians, after all…but why would he lie, especially given how he knows who she is now. He came here not because of the daughter of a major designer brand company. He had no reason to lie.

Ishida Uryū is legit.

“Shirasagi-san?” Uryū asked after a long beat of silence from the 3rd year as she continued to stare at the coat.

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

Netsutori’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. “You’re so in!”

Uryū blinked at that. “I…am? Shouldn’t there be a waiting period or–?”

“Like hell there’ll be waiting!” Netsutori interrupted, thrusting the coat back into Uryū’s arms with excitement. “I’ve been running this club since freshman year and no one has ever come close to having amazing stitch work like this! I’d be damned if I lost you to another club!”

“Oh…thank you?” Uryū said, unsure how to feel about this turn of events as he clutched his coat close to his chest. He barely stopped flinching when Netsutori suddenly pointed at him with intensity.

“Which is why I am also appointing you as the club’s new president!” she declared.

“N-New president?”

Netsutori gives him a thumbs up. “I know you’ll make me proud, Ury-kun!”

Uryū felt that he should…protest or something, but a nagging feeling told him to just accept it.

“…I’ll try my best?”

At this moment, another student enters the room. This time, a girl with long auburn hair with hairpins tucked in, brown eyes, and a rather large buxom.

“Um, is this the Handicrafts Club?” she asked shyly. “My name is Inoue Orihime and I would like to join.” She takes out a poster she made, showing a beautifully crafted collage of pastels and glitter with the occasional spatters of red. “I wasn’t sure what to bring, so I hope this is enough. It was for an art project I did in middle school about a dream I once had. I called it Fairies Over the Garden of War. It was…a weird dream.”

“Yes! Perfect! I love the way you think! You will be the new vice president!” Netsutori declared some more.

Orihime blinked owlishly. “…Already? Oh, hi, Ishida-kun. Are you joining too?”

“Uh…” Uryū schooled back his face of indifference. “Yes.”

#bleach #bleach rewrite #six hearts project #uryu ishida #bleach oc #netsutori shirasagi #orihime inoue #I think…one of the reasons I even came up with Netsutori was cuz I wasn’t a fan of Uryū’s future career #While it's nice that it had the implication that he and Ryūken are getting along better #Uryū had the makings to become a fashion designer!#So #Netsutori sorta has a role in Uryū’s story.

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bleachprojectsixhearts · 22 days ago

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Atop the school roof for lunch, Ichigo pauses mid bite when he sees Rukia looking rather miffed.

“Uh…what’s got you wound up tight?” he asked.

Rukia groans in frustration. “I’m still trying to figure this stupid thing out.” She holds up a small, flat device with a polished surface. “The Soul Society has been doing alot of technological updates for a while and has issued a new Soul Pager model.”

“It’s a smartphone,” Ichigo observed, because that’s exactly what the Soul Pager looked like. A smartphone.

Rukia glared at the device like it insulted her. “I don’t see what’s so ‘smart’ about it. Where are the buttons?”

Feeling rather petty, Ichigo watched with mild amusement as Rukia continued to struggle with the phone. He felt his lip quiver, threatening to become a smile that he refused to show.

He kept his face schooled and held out his hand. “Here. Let me see it.” Rukia stared for a moment before handing him the phone. “You see the buttons on the sides? One’s for power and the other two is for volume. Press the power button and just swipe up.” He does as he said, unlocking the screen with a single swipe of his finger. “Easy.” He hands back the phone.

“Thanks,” Rukia said, trying it out herself. Ichigo swore he saw astonishment in her eyes as she kept turning off the phone and swiping it.

“How old are you anyways?” Ichigo finds himself asking. “I know you said something about ‘living ten of my lifetimes’ or whatever.”

“I might’ve overexaggerated, but I am around a hundred years old,” Rukia answered as she looked through her phone, the initial awe of it died down. “Shinigami live much longer lives and age very slowly.”

“You sure do act like an old hag, though,” Ichigo remarked. Such a comment earned him a fast and hard kick to the side by the petite Shinigami.

As Ichigo nursed his bruised hip, Tatsuki arrives at the roof from the only entryway, along with Orihime, Keigo, Mizuiro, and Chad.

“There you guys are. Shoulda know you two would be up here,” Tatsuki said. Orihime peered curiously from behind her.

“You two have been together so often, I’m starting to believe my own rumors,” Mizuiro mused.

Keigo nearly gasped the moment he saw Rukia’s phone.

“Is that your phone, Rukia? Awesome! How about we exchange numbers?” he asked excitedly.

“Uh…” was all Rukia could say. Her first thought was just a simple and blunt ‘no’ because Soul Pagers are for strictly business use, but she had created a persona where she was supposed to be sweet and polite.

So, what’s the nicest way to say no?

Luckily for her, Tatsuki grabs Keigo by his collar and reeled him back. “Not gonna happen! If I wasn’t gonna let you get Orihime’s number, I’m sure as hell not gonna let you get Kuchiki’s!” She looks over at Rukia. “I’d recommend not giving your number to Mizuiro either if you know what’s good ya.”

At this, Mizuiro smiles. “Hurtful, but understandable.”

“Are you alright, Ichigo?” Chad asked his friend, who was still writhing and groaning from Rukia’s kick.

“Um, can we exchange numbers, Rukia?” Orihime asked sweetly. In her hands is her own smartphone, the case is a green aquamarine with a pink bear charm attached to the corner. “That way, you and I can keep in touch, even when we're not in school!”

Again with this…Orihime is sweet and all, but Rukia can’t afford to get distracted. Not when…

"Time to go home.”

Her time here…is limited. Whatever attachments she somehow forged will be reduced to nothing. Exchanging numbers with someone you’re not going to see again is pointless.

So, why bother?

“Rukia?”

Rukia hadn’t realized her gaze went to the ground until Orihime moved in front of her.

“Is something wrong?” Orihime asked, her voice and eyes laced with concern. “You look a little down. Oh! I got an idea!” From her bag, she pulled out a container of sweet smelling cookies. “Ta-da! My homemade chocolate and potato cookies!”

The other sweatdropped at this.

“Seriously?”

Rukia blinked at the sight of the cookies. They were a deep brown from the chocolate and there were bits of potatoes visible. While it’s not exactly eye-catching, it has a surprisingly pleasant aroma. A mix of cocoa and starch.

The purple eyed Shinigami tentatively picks up one and takes a bite. It’s…certainly unique in taste, but not bad.

“How is it?” Orihime asked.

Rukia swallows before answering. “It’s pretty good, Orihime.”

Orihime beamed with delight. “That's great!”

Her enthusiasm seemed a little contagious as Rukia felt warm in her chest. A nice treat…surrounded by kind people…even if it's temporary…

It’s selfish of her, but Rukia wanted to savor this a bit longer.

“Hey, Orihime?” Rukia spoke up.

“Hm?”

“Let’s exchange numbers,” Rukia said, holding her.

Orihime glanced at it and her own phone before smiling.

“Okay!”

Orihime Inoue…Rukia felt it would be too cruel to just say no to such a genuinely sweet person.

And, besides, what’s the harm? She’ll just delete it when it's all over.

#bleach #bleach rewrite #ichigo kurosaki #orihime inoue #rukia kuchiki #six hearts project #It went from funny to angsty to wholesome…expect this to happen a good number of times #because of the TYBW anime #this takes place in 2021 instead of 2001 #I thought this scenario would be funny #Rukia is having trouble with new tech #Orihime is too darn sweet at times #It's too late Ruki!#You're her friend for life and beyond!

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