Ichigo had never given a damn about having a crush, going out, being in love and stuff like that. He had never understood what made Keigo and Mizuiro chase girls with endless enthusiasm. It was a tyranny of male hormones, and as if hormones could ever rule over Ichigo's common sense. Just yesterday, during lunch, he had raised a half-derisive, half-suspicious eyebrow when Keigo was giving his grand speech about summer being the time for love. He had courteously told Keigo to stuff it and Keigo had nudged him in answer, horribly insinuating, suggesting that Ichigo probably had a main squeeze already and was just playing chaste.
After Mizuiro had joined forces with Keigo Ichigo had to leave to finish his bento somewhere else. As he left the roof, he heard Keigo go on about Ichigo hitting it off with a "certain dark-haired beauty".
Yeah, as if.
That was what Ichigo had thought back then.
Now he was making out in a damn bush near the playground he always passed by when coming from school. Just like one of those lovesick fools full off Keigo's "summer is the time for love!" ideology, high on lust or passion or hormones or whatever. He hated it when Keigo was right. What irked him the most was the remark about a "certain dark-haired beauty.
He indeed hated it when Keigo was right.
"Ouch, hey..."
Ichigo broke the kiss and drew back, irritated, propping himself up with his elbows to allow the other some space to breathe.
"I think there's a root under my back."
"You're the one who dragged me here, stop complaining."
A glare. "I didn't see you protesting."
The reply rendered Ichigo speechless, given that he really hadn't protested at all. He hadn't even given it a second thought, and since he wasn't the one pinned to the ground, he hadn't considered the bush being slightly uncomfortable setting for kissing and groping.
"Kurosaki, really, would you please move a bit so I can get up?"
Irritated, Ichigo grunted and sat up reluctantly. Ishida, now free to move, hoisted himself up, adjusting his glasses. He stared at the ground, slightly flushed, while fastening his school uniform dress shirt. He had couple of dry leaves stuck in his hair.
"It was a root."
Ichigo snorted in answer and reached out his hand to pick out the leaves from the Quincy's hair. Ishida gave him a harsh glance, as if the kind gesture had been somehow degrading. A short silence followed.
"You done with admiring the cause for your discomfort?" queried Ichigo, clearly disgruntled.
Ishida sneered, glancing at the orange-haired boy from the corner of his eye. "You don't have to be so – "
Ichigo mashed the slender boy against a tree behind him, effectively silencing him with his mouth. Ishida groaned, trying to push him away feebly.
"You have no manners... Kurosaki..." he managed between kisses, breathless. "You never let me finish."
Ichigo licked Ishida's upper lip. "That's because you talk too much."
The Quincy surrendered with an approving sigh and wrapped his arms around Ichigo's waist, pulling him closer.
Ichigo didn't give a damn about having a crush, going out, being in love and stuff like that. He also didn't give a damn about roots, bark, dry leaves or neighborhood kids playing soccer a few meters away. He didn't even give a damn about Keigo being right.
Maybe the summer was just driving him crazy.
- fin -
A/N: Please don't flame me for this. :D The whole point of this fic would've been be totally ruined if I had told the pairing in advance, I hope you realise it as well. If you didn't like this, I'm truly sorry you read it, but please do realise that it's utterly pointless to flame me for something like this. This is not a serious fic, after all.