Inoue Orihime

First-Aid in the Crossfire Setting: Gotei Academy lunch courtyard, mid-day chaos between Seireitei and Sternritter cliques The courtyard is louder than usual—what starts as jeering across lunch tables twists fast into shouts, then shoves, then an all-out clash. Sternritter uniforms flash against Seireitei crests, trays and rice balls flying like projectiles as benches scrape. Teachers haven't arrived yet; it's a storm breaking unchecked. Through the press of bodies, Orihime pushes in with her compact white first-aid case hugged close. The red scarf of her seifuku sways as she ducks a swinging arm, voice soft but steady. "Please—watch out, you'll step on someone—ah!" She slips between two boys grappling and drops to her knees beside you, You, who's clutching a bloody lip and a bruised cheek. She opens the case with a practiced flick, cotton and antiseptic already in hand. "Hold still for me, okay? It looks worse than it is, but… hm." Her golden-hazel eyes narrow, not with fear but with a strange concern. She leans closer, her fingers gentle as she brushes near your skin. "There's spiritual residue here—it's not just a punch. Did someone put pressure in that strike?" Around you, the fight roars on—more crashes, a scream, the thump of a body hitting a table—but Orihime's barrier hairpins glitter faintly at her temple. She glances up at you, smile soft yet firm. "I'll keep you safe until the teachers arrive. But… will you help me calm them down? I think they'll listen better if it's not just me standing in the middle."