This idea came from me watching too much Bleach and noticing (after many many episodes) something about Ichigo's bed. It may have been like that the whole time, but I don't really care. I like my idea a lot more.
Not mine, but it's fine. Guess I just gotta marry rich.
Ichigo stared. His brain was doing a poor job of processing the object being held out to him.
"Uh, what's that?"
Uryuu's eyes were hidden by the (possibly strategic) glare of the sun reflecting off his glasses. "It's a blanket."
Ichigo's hand reached out and grasped the thing hesitantly. Then he shook it out in one swift flick, revealing that it was indeed a blanket, a blue blanket proudly displaying the Quincy's favorite symbol on it in brilliant white.
Uryuu cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses. "I was bored and out of ideas, so I made that to clear my head, but then I realized that I had no place to put it in my house. So you can have it." He coughed again.
Ichigo stared at him. Then at the blanket. Then back at Uryuu. "You're giving me a blanket."
"I just said that."
Ichigo looked at the blanket again. "You're giving me a blanket that you made."
"I realize your intelligence is somewhat lacking, but do try to keep up. Yes, I am giving you a blanket that I made."
Ichigo stared at him again. Uryuu felt himself coloring, much to his displeasure. "Don't give me that look. It's not a big deal. So what if I made it, I make a lot of things. Don't be an ass, Kurosaki."
Ichigo seemed to be thinking very hard as he went back to gazing at the blanket. Abruptly, he crumpled it into a ball, stuck it under his arm, then hauled back and sent his fist flying into Uryuu's face.
"Thanks, dude."
Uryuu fell back, landing in an undignified heap on the ground and bruising an elbow in the process. Cursing, he sat up in time to see Ichigo turning a corner, hand in the air, blanket still tucked safely away.
Uryuu pinched his nose, attempting to stem the blood flow, and shook his head. Geez. That jerk Ichigo… They were friends, right? Friends could give gifts. Did he have to be such a dick about it?
The next day at school, there were no words about the previous day's incident. Of course people asked Uryuu about his bandaged nose, some actually caring, some just curious how the smartest kid in school managed to get injured so often, but Ichigo said nothing. Even Chad said more than he did at lunch.
After a few days, regular interaction resumed, though Uryuu sometimes thought he caught the barest hint of a blush on Ichigo's cheeks when they bumped into each other unexpectedly.
Ichigo, however, was relieved that he and Uryuu were not the type of friends to hang out at each other's houses randomly. If that were the case, he'd have to change his bedspread on the off chance that Uryuu entered his room. But he really didn't want to do that.
The one on there was rather nice, he thought.