Not even a glance up. Not good. Ichigo stifled an urge to ruffle her hair as he would Karin’s; Tatsuki would take his arm off at the elbow for trying. Though he was beginning to think one of Tatsuki’s rare berserker rages might be infinitely preferable to this… listlessness. “Orihime’s trying to get Ishida to admit he wants to come up here,” Ichigo warned her, hearing Chad step softly onto the roof. “Probably be another minute before she gives up and lets him follow her.”
“…Right.” Tatsuki did look up then, trying to paste a smile on her face. And failing.
Ichigo traded a glance with Chad. “Okay, who’re the bastards that jumped you, and when can we help you go grind them into the pavement?”
That almost got a smile, before the hopeless brown gaze fell back to the roof. “Kagine kicked me out of the mage-hunter program.”
“He what?!?” Ichigo saw red. “Son of a- We’re going to stand that muscle-bound idiot on his head, Chad.”
“Hmm,” the half-orc nodded.
“Let’s grab Mizuiro,” Ichigo growled on, “he’s always practicing how to tie things up, he ought to have enough sticky-charm tape to plaster Kagine to the locker room ceiling-”
“He had to.” Tatsuki swallowed hard, as Orihime and a reluctant Ishida came into view, followed close by a bemused Mizuiro and a still-incredulous Keigo. “You can’t have magic and be in the training. And since nobody knows how I got it, or how to get rid of it….”