Reddish-brown orbs stared at the ground as the rain drizzled heavily outside of the eldest Kurosaki sibling's house, the Kurosaki Clinic. He dared not leap up to the window and wake said teenager up just so he could have someplace warm to stay and rest for the night.
There were no Hollows that night either, so it made things smoother, yet more irritating.
He shrugged, not bothering to even move from the spot he hadn't moved from in what seemed like ages, couple hundred years wouldn't bother him either. He's been alive for almost fifteen times the boy inside the house he was standing in front of right now.
Lifting his head, he blinked once he saw said boy standing there with his vibrant, gravity-defying orange hair glistening brilliantly from being drenched in the rain as he had, rubbing his left eye with the look of tiredness flashing through the opened one.
"Renji?" he called out with a yawn on the last syllable. "What are you doing out here, come inside," The teenager reached his right hand out and coiled his fingers around the redhead's wrist, "you'll get sick if you stay out here too long."
The red haired shinigami nodded slowly, being lead into the house by an overly tired teenager who possibly had school tomorrow but woke up just to let him inside.
"Look, Ichigo…" Renji muttered, looking down on the ground with a shameful look dawning on his features, seeing that the vibrant haired boy was wearing nothing but camouflage pants, black, gray, and deep cloud gray, just like the weather outside. "I don' want t' be a bother…"
"Don't worry about it," Ichigo complied simply, leading him up the stairs and into his room, being greeted with a mattress laying on the wooden flooring, his tattooed brows raising slightly. The lightly tanned substitute shinigami looked over his shoulder and at him with a warm look. "You're welcome here anytime, Renji."
Looking away with a slight blush crossing his features, the redhead nodded slowly, a feeling of appreciation and joy fluttering about in his stomach. Slowly looking up, he saw that Ichigo was looking him directly in the eyes with a welcoming look, one he believes he may never see again, savoring the moment.
"Thanks…" he breathed out, looking down once again, only to look at their hands, seeing the fingers laced together. "Thank you, Ichigo," He looked up at him with a white-toothed grin, "I really appreciate it."
"Just get changed," he chuckled, leaning in and patting his shoulder with a soft, warm smile of his own, "I don't want you to get sick."
Renji's eyes slightly widened, then his grin increased in size, nodding. "Thanks again,"