Drabble Summary: Yumichika will be the death of Ikkaku one of these days.
"Yumichika!" Ah, that was the bellow of Captain Zaraki, casually interrupting a discussion between Ikkaku and his lover. "Yumichika, there's some paperwork here for you!"
"Oh how thrilling." His voice was kept low enough so that only Ikkaku could hear him, the two sharing a secret smile before Yumichika shouted back to his squad's leader. "I'm on my way Captain!" The two shared a quick see you later and started walking off, Ikkaku deciding to go to the dojo and see if there was anyone who could entertain him enough in a fight. At least, that was what he was going to do before Yumichika appeared in the corner of his eye.
The fifth seat was walking away, readying himself to slave over all of those tedious documents seeing as he was the only man competent enough in Squad 11 to do them. There was nothing wrong with walking, it was perfectly acceptable to want to take your time outside of a battle but Yumichika was pushing his luck on certain things. Honestly… did he have to sway his hips like that? And the third seat was positive it wasn't necessary to bend over so far to brush some dirt off his clothes.
"Dammit Yumi." He was smirking, Ikkaku could practically feel him smirking from all the way over there.
…Perhaps he wasn't going to the dojo quite yet.