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In the Library
GrimmIchi
In the week before finals the library had a policy of running twenty-four hours, complete with a coffee shop which also remaned open and a rotating staff of whom were available for consultation should it be needed.
Ichigo was putting all three commodities to use, as this happened to be his senior year before graduate school and he'd be damned if a bad grade in his final semester was going to fuck up his chances of getting in.
He'd found himself a nice secluded corner on the third floor – a floor which was rarely used during the day and nearing Chernobyl-vacancy now. All but one person who'd shown up about an hour after himself and found a seat, oddly enough, in the same secluded corner; he was a blue-haired punk of a guy named Grimmjow who Ichigo recalled seeing in his biology class, although always asleep and never with a pencil. Even now it didn't look like he was studying; he was tipped back in his chair, throwing a ball into the air, his backpack and the contents once there-in spread haphazardly on the table beside him. The rhythmic dull thunk of Grimmjow catching the ball resonated in the silent area the two occupied, occurring every couple of seconds. At first the sound had irritated Ichigo, but now he was glad for it. He wasn't particularly keen on being isolated up here alone, but he had no desire to go downstairs where everyone and their mom had gathered and chattered, pretending to study and talking about the content but making no progress and ultimately achieving nothing. That had been Ichigo his freshman year, and after failing two classes and having to retake them, plus his dad's over-exagerated rants about the cost of university and his deceased mother's thoughts on the matter he'd finally whipped himself into shape. So no, he'd stay up here and be glad that Grimmjow was also here, whether he was studying or not.
For a couple hours after that the two were silent. Ichigo had made it through the content of a medical journal and was moving to a second when the scraping of chair legs on the ground drew his eyes to the other guy.
"Yo." Said Grimmjow when he caught Ichigo's eyes, grinning wickedly. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. You want some?" Ichigo watched him for a minute, then tossed his pencil on the book in front of him, stretching his arm over his head.
"Yeah," He muttered, scowling at his work load. "If you wouldn't mind?" Grimmjow grinned again, waving him off and heading toward the main aisle which lead toward the stairs.
"Sure, whatever. I'll be back in a minute."
Ichigo stood up and made his way down another aisle, picking out a book he thought would be useful, and straightening out his stiff limbs as he did so. He picked up two books on cell study and was looking for a third when he heard the footsteps of Grimmjow's return. Finding the third book he headed back toward the corner to meet the other male.
Grimmjow set the coffee on Ichigo's table and then pulled up a chair, turning it around he threw his leg over it to straddle the back and folded his arms over the top of it. Ichigo sat back down in his chair, placing his books to the side.
"So, you're some sort of overachiever?" Grimmjow asked, taking a sip from his coffee. Ichigo picked up the one ordered for him, glad for the warmth it put into his fingers.
"Something like that I guess." Ichigo replied. "Or just a normal student. You've been in here almost as long as I have, but other than taking your stuff out, I haven't seen you actually do any studying."
"I was looking for my ball." Grimmjow grinned, by way of explaining the mess he'd made of the contents in his bag. It was kind of a predatorily grin. It reminded Ichigo of a cat who was about to do something its owner would be displeased to discover later.
"Hn." was Ichigo's reply, and he took a sip of the coffee. "Thanks by the way."
"Whatever." the grin was still there.
"So you're not going to study then, I take it?" Ichigo asked, mostly out of curiosity. Grimmjow laughed.
"I didn't come here to study."
If nothing else had surprised Ichigo during their conversation that statement had. He sat back for a minute, studying the man across from him. He was casual, entirely too familiar for having only just spoken to Ichigo this one time sense the beginning of the semester, but it wasn't awkward. It didn't feel uncomfortable and the attention wasn't really unwanted. Mostly it was just perplexing. Ichigo could quite figure out what the guy wanted. Obviously he had motives. People like Grimmjow either have motives or they don't give a shit and they're simply not there.
"What did you come here for?" Ichigo asked. At this Grimmjow looked at him more intensely than he had before, and Ichigo saw for the first time the darkness in his electric eyes – starring, it seemed, through none of the barriers people usually put around them. Grimmjow shrugged.
"Can't remember really," He said and Ichigo was thinking of a response when Grimmjow continued: "but I stayed 'cause I found you."
"What?"
"I found you, didn't really expect to, you don't look like the kind of guy who crams, but you're here, so I thought 'hell, might as well stay for awhile' and I did."
Of all the unintelligent things Ichigo probably could have gone for instead, he ended up settling on the generic 'oh.' Which Grimmjow didn't comment on; and having the awkwardness now present itself Ichigo turned away from the blue-haired man, and turned to his books again. For the next forty minutes he worked with the knowledge that Grimmjow was essentially just watching him, sipping coffee, and messing with the papers Ichigo wasn't using.
"Alright!" Ichigo cracked, setting down his pencil again. "What do you want?" Grimmjow's grin returned. "You're making it hard to study." Ichigo clarified.
"I do that." Grimmjow said, and he tipped the legs on his chair forward, the space between he and Ichigo was all but gone, and if Ichigo's chair hadn't been situated so that the back was almost against the far wall, he might have backed up. "My ex always got annoyed when I sat around while she was studying. There wasn't much time for studying with me around." It was a really sexy grin, Ichigo decided, and he was a little disappointed that Grimmjow referred to his ex as female. It was a small train of thought though. Clearly, the guy was bi. And no sooner had the conclusion been processed in his mind when Grimmjow stood up and closed the gap.
It was a fucking fantastic kiss. Grimmjow's hands immediately went to his hair, running through the tendrils and scrapping pleasingly over his scalp. Ichigo could understand perfectly why his ex hadn't got much studying down. It wasn't a hard concept. Grimmjow bit at his bottom lip, and Ichigo could feel his fingers curl on the wood of the table.
"You're sexy as hell you know that?" Grimmjow grinned, pulling away, leaving Ichigo breathless and most of the stuff he'd been memorizing lost to his thoughts, and then returning to his lips. Ichigo couldn't even think coherently enough to be offset by the fact that Grimmjow and he didn't even really know one another.
Most of the studying was delayed for Ichigo, ignored for Grimmjow, and on the floor below them students milled about in a frantic haze to memorize facts and figures before the tests began.
Cross posted on tumblr, and written as a request for requests. :P My first time ever doing GimmIchi, or yaoi to any actual extent other than implied and then my one KenShu story. Tell me how you think I did!
