Ufufuf.. Contains yaoi.
Ichigo stood there out in the snow, humming softly a tune of which reprimanded him. The delicate tresses of orange hair billowed in the wind, the tousled strands framing his expectant face. Flurries of white coated the fiery blanket, it melting upon contact of the substitute Shinigami's hair.
This is what he enjoyed most.
The same went for a certain Quincy boy. His eyes gleamed with the broad daylight that sprinkled beams across his face. His normally stoic and straight features had melted into something else that showed one kind of emotion, happiness. Uryuu scooted closer to the shinigami, looping the pale white arms around his waist in a show of affection. Ichigo gave him a smile in return, gliding slim fingers through the midnight blue hair.
Both of them sat there in silence. It was all they needed to contemplate.
Only one word concluded what they thought.
Love.
Nnh.. feel free to review or whatever. - Todliche