A/N: I actually have no idea where this came from. I know it's short, but I kinda like it. You know?
Summary: Urahara is watching Ichigo and contemplating⦠thingsā¦
Perhaps
Urahara watched Ichigo fight Renji, his eyes hidden beneath his hat and peeking out above his fan. When he first met the boy, Ichigo was all raw power and no skill. Over the years and grueling battles, he developed into a fine young man Soul Society owed the world to. Yet, they still held back from him and used him. Unpleasant thoughts swirling in the forefront of his mind, Urahara swished his fan as if to blow the thoughts away and focused on the lithe form giving him a free show.
Smiling ever so slightly, now, Urahara wondered what his old friend, Isshin, would do if he knew the thoughts Urahara had for his son. Not that father or son would ever know. Urahara himself had barely realized the affection he had for the grown young man was, in all actuality budding love, and he planned to nip that in the bud. Eyes still following the sweating muscles and mind imagining a completely different scenario, Urahara thought hard on how he was supposed to actually stop feeling for the boy.
Giving in for yet another day, Urahara leaned back and opted to enjoy the show. He may have difficulty getting rid of those pesky feelings of attraction, but it's not like Ichigo would ever find out anyway. So, thoroughly justified, the shoten owner basked in the small favors Ichigo never even knew he was offering. Snorting lightly, Urahara caught himself finding excuses again and tried to stand up to leave. Really, he did. Well, perhaps he could bear with these feelings a bit longer.
