 it was...disheartening, to say the least. to become so used to being able to fight and protect, only to have that severly limited. Orihime briefly wonders if this is just a fraction of what Ichigo felt after he lost his powers but he got them back and after hours of looking into things here, she knows she’ll get hers back. in the meantime, she should train.....but after lunch, if the growling in her stomach is anything to go by. and as she hums a tune quietly to herself, intent on hunting down the nearest donut shop, feet come to a halt as a rather loud noise draws her attention.
   blinking a few times, Orihime quickly finds the source of the commotion. someone was trying to rob a small group of teenagers. eyes narrow in an instant, one step forwards taken. from what she can see, their weapons weren’t immediately lethal. (bats, sticks, the works.) and it would remain that way if Orihime had anything to say about it.
  glancing around, she spots another person who also has noticed the ruckus, meeting her eyes and for a moment, Orihime saw the look that she often saw in the eyes of her friends. someone who plans to do something. as such, she gives a nod to the stranger before her focus turns back on the group. with an outstretched hand to guide, an orange shield quickly forms between the group of teens and thieves, blocking an incoming swing of a bat.Â
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