A/N: An old fic I wrote a couple of years ago. Inspire by some of my own sharing-a-bathroom woes. Reviews are love.
Laundry
Even though the Arrancarr's not around most of the time, sharing a bathroom with Grimmjow has introduced Ichigo to a whole new level of irritation. Which is saying something given how much he hangs around with Keigo and Kon. Ichigo holds up his main bugbear one morning while Grimmjow's brushing his teeth.
"What," The teen's voice is low, his diction deadly, "is this?"
Grimmjow spits and arches an eyebrow at his strawberry.
"It's a towel Ichigo."
"And so is this incidentally. And this. And these." Ichigo kicks over the laundry hamper and half a dozen towels spill out, adding to the three on the towel rack and two on the floor near the sink and the toilet bowl. "There are two of us using this bathroom so why do we have enough dirty towels for a soccer team?"
Ichigo is grateful to have his own bathroom but it's still a pain having to sneak the mountain of towels into the wash without his family raising awkward questions.
Grimmjow scratches his nose absentmindedly with his toothbrush and looks like he's really thinking this over.
"I like using clean towels, Ichi."
"You've had three baths since I last did the laundry but there are eleven used towels, only one of which is mine. What are you doing with these, Grimmjow? And don't call me Ichi," he snaps as an afterthought.
Grimmjow looks thoughtful for a moment more, then undoes the knot in the towel around his waist. As yet another barely-used towel drops to the floor, Ichigo's face flushes to clash terribly with his hair. Grimmjow's not sure if it's because the substitute Shinigami's furious or embarrassed by his full-frontal nudity but decides it can't help to stack things in his favor. So he flash-steps Ichigo into the shower.
And Grimmjow shows Ichigo all the things he can do with towels.
~end