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Title: Confessions
Author: Keitorin (Chou ni Natte)
Pairing: Urahara x Ichigo
Summary: The feverish orange-haired young man's words were indiscernible to the man sitting beside his bed of blankets.
Note: Inspired by the prompt "confessions" from my kink/cliché/trope generator (tanomono dot net/generators)
Disclaimer: I don't claim to own Bleach and I make no money off of writing fanfiction.
"…" The feverish orange-haired young man's words were indiscernible to the man sitting beside his bed of blankets
"What did you say, Kurosaki-kun?" He leaned over the young man to hear him better.
"I like you….Ura…hara…" The other man's name came out on a sigh before Ichigo passed out, head titling slightly off to the side.
Urahara didn't seem surprised by the feverish confession. He watched over Ichigo for a while longer before bracing himself on hands and knees and leaning over him, resting his forehead lightly over the sleeping boy's.
"I know…" He breathed out.
