This is my first piece I have published, PLEASE DON'T SLATE ME! Other than that, enjoy the fuzzy fluff!
His heart raced, as did his legs. Ichigo was sported one of his rare, beaming smiles. 'I can't believe it, he actually agreed' Weaving, twisting and sprinting past the people of the crowd, he gradually made his way through the parade. The teen stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted that oh so familiar mop of blond hair. His date wore a pale green polo shirt, a grey cardigan, dark green jeans and a pair of dirty, white trainers. The outfit was simple but effective and, better yet, that hideous hat was nowhere to be seen! "Ichi" The sound of his boyfriend's voice saying that silly little pet-name broke his inner musings, to which he replied, "Kisuke". Two comforting arms wrapped around him and he buried his face in his lover's neck, Kisuke choosing to rest his chin on his head. "Let's go enjoy the festival, hey?", "Yeah, let's…"
Owari
Thanks for reading, I have a story currently in the makings so hold on tight.
