Title: Hats
Author: Acmarache
Rating: K+ for minor swear words
Pairing: Urahara/Ichigo
Spoilers: Mentions of Arrancar Arc
Disclaimer: I am not a man with the name Tite Kubo
Summary: Ichigo visits his lover one night and solves part of the mystery behind his stupid hat.
Prompt: making your own clothes
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Heavy footsteps could be heard making their way down the dark hallway. The owner of said footsteps yawned heavily before raising his hand to slide open the bedroom door. He hoped his lover was still awake. He hadn't hardly seen the man in the past week with the increase in arrancar activity. Ichigo scratched at his orange hair as he stepped into the room.
What. The. Hell. There was white and green striped fabric everywhere along with what looked like replicas of his lover's beloved hat. And, there in the middle of it all (like usual), was Urahara Kisuke diligently…sewing? He had to be dreaming. There was no way this was real. He just needed to cut back on patrols, get some sleep, maybe a bit of wrestling under the sheets with Kisuke, and then he would be fine. Because he was not seeing this. His Kisuke was lazy. He didn't sew. He'd rather invent a machine that would do it all for him. Or trick Ishida into doing it. Yeah, definitely dreaming.
But, just to make sure….Ow! "Dammit." Ichigo rubbed the spot he'd pinched and frowned at the bruise. Maybe he shouldn't have pinched so hard.
Hearing the swear that signaled his lover's appearance, Kisuke looked up from his work. "Ichigo! I didn't think you'd make it tonight, so I was just catching up on some work! Come here, you look tired." The blond busied himself with clearing a spot for the dazed teen obviously not sensing his lover's confusion.
"Kisuke?"
"Hmm?"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Ichigo growled out as he ignored the spot cleared for him in favor of his lover's lap. Hey, he was tired dammit!
Kisuke chuckled lightly at his predictable lover. Typical he wouldn't understand something so simple. "I would think that was obvious, Ichi. I'm making hats!"
Gah. It was way to late (or early whichever you prefer) for Kisuke to be so energetic and loud. "But why? Don't tell me there's some stupid bastard out there buying them from you."
"No, silly. Do you know how many of these things I go through? You should have a clue considering you ruin so many." Seeing his lover's face scrunch up, he realized what he must have thought. "You thought it was the same hat? Oh, Ichigo, you're so cute!"
Ichigo swatted at the hand running through his hair even though it was soothing. He was not cute. Just like he wasn't currently pouting. "I guess it's almost a relief to know you have to make those crazy hats instead of buying them."
"Oh? And why's that?"
"Because I was beginning to wonder who was stupid enough to make them. Should have known better." Ichigo closed his eyes as he shifted in a way that wasn't snuggling in order to make himself more comfortable in his lover's arms. In no time, he drifted off to sleep while Kisuke remained awake.
Huh. He wasn't sure if he should feel insulted for his intelligence and fashion sense being demeaned or happy that his lover was beginning to understand him so well.