Ichigo isn’t too sure when it all started. He’s not about to complain though.
But when Urahara Kisuke finally discovers them all sprawled across his floor and in different stages of undress, all he could do was shrug and say, “you want in?”
Kisuke had smiled indulgently and declined the offer, but he does stay. He took the unoccupied seat by the warm kotetsu, as close to Ichigo as possible and he mumbled, “it looks like you were a little tired.” The smile on his lips is teasing and he extends a hand to ruffle his hair.
Ichigo grumbles as a token protest, before closing heavy lidded eyes at the contact. Trapped as he was with Chad lying against him, one arm curled protectively around his midriff, Tatsuki sprawled on his lap, Inoue using her as a pillow, he can’t really return the favor, but lets his lips pull up at a smile.
“I thought Ishida-san was with you? I don’t think I see him?”
“Sucker is hogging all the kotetsu for himself, his feet are planted against my back.” Ichigo grumbled good-naturedly. This dislodged Mizuiro from his other shoulder and the boy slides down into his lap as well, still blissfully asleep.
Kisuke just continues staring, completely endeared to the soft yet tired Ichigo at his feet. He asks, “What about Asano-san?”
“Probably under the kotetsu as well. Knowing him? He’s hugging Ishida. We’ll all wake up to indignant screams.”
“My, I hope you all get to rest well before that.” Kisuke says, resting his chin against his propped arm. “And when will I get the chance to spend the evening with you, Ichigo-san?”
Ichigo hums, already drifting off to sleep. A smile plays on his lips. “I’m free on the weekends, from six onwards. If you want to,” he yawns, “book an appointment.”
Kisuke smiles as he finally falls asleep and before leaving the tired teens be, he mumbles, “will do.”
