So Shingeki no Kyojin completely swallowed me whole and ruined me essentially. But I was looking through my fanfics looking for inspiration for a poem due tomorrow and reread the first chapter of this and though eh might as well post the short sequel I have for it now since I don't know when I'll ever add onto this.

So here ya'll go. Sorry it's so short but it's cute?


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Water Bottle

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Grimmjow pushed his fingers through Ichigo's hair, grinning wide and proud that he could because its length had finally fully returned after many long months. Ichigo reached up and swatted at his hand.

"Quit it, jesus. All of you guys, always petting me. I'm gonna have to shower again today at this rate." Ichigo complained, yawning broadly just seconds after the last syllable left his lips.

Shiro shouted from his room next door. "It's cuz yer hair's perfect again, Ichi! We love it~!"

Shuuhei nodded absently in agreement from his slouched position on Ichigo's bed, focused on completing a scholarship essay. He'd already paid his appreciation tribute to Ichigo's hair earlier that morning.

The orange head snorted, but grinned nonetheless. His hair had been of proper spiky length for over an entire month now, but today his boyfriends had unanimously decided that TODAY, Ichigo's hair was finally exactly how it used to be. He was sure they had just picked a random day, because they couldn't tell the difference between today and yesterday, but it still made him grin foolishly.

Grimmjow hooked both arms around Ichigo's waist and rolled, sandwiching Ichigo between his chest and their dorm room wall. The orange head didn't protest being crowded in and blanketed, enjoying the warmth of being essentially covered by Grimmjow's larger frame. Shuuhei occupied the other bed while Shiro was still in their own room next door preparing ham and cheese hot pockets in the microwave for the four of them.

Their first year of college had gone dreadfully, each of them going to a different school and hating the time apart. So they'd all transferred to the same university and asked (then bribed and traded) until they were suite mates and lived side by side in the hallway. The pairs went by the bottles from so long ago, where Grimmjow bunked with Ichigo and Shiro with Shuuhei. Though normally beds were left empty as they paired off squished together in one slim twin bed frame, sometimes all sleeping together in one room and leaving the other wholly unoccupied.

Nearly on cue, Shiro waltzed in and plopped at Shuuhei's feet, passing steaming hot pockets on slightly warped red plastic plates around to his lovers, settling against the wall when his job was finished. No one immediately touched their food, waiting for the cheese to cool down. Ichigo had once gotten a blister from the cheese once, a lesson none would soon forget. True story.

Shuuhei sighed in exasperation and closed his laptop, giving up on finishing the essay today because his energy was tapped out. All he wanted to do after eating was curl up and sleep, preferably with Shiro at his side because the albino was his favorite source of relief in these overheated blasted rooms. He still didn't understand how Shiro's skin always remained so cool, but suspected it had something to do with the sheer paleness of the other teen's skin. Disregarding the thought process, the raven tentatively tested the remaining heat of his hot pocket, sticking his finger in his mouth afterwards just because it was a habit he'd never broken out of since childhood despite Kensei's scolding.

Shiro wasn't complaining, watching Shuuhei's habit appreciatively. Grimmjow and Ichigo were still cuddling in the other bed, and he'd kick the blunet's ass in a few minutes to make sure they weren't falling asleep and forget to eat. Reheated hot pockets were gross the second time around.