Sorry it's been so long since I've posted, but I ran out of drabbles and then class started, my grandmother ended up in the hospital… crazy stuff. But I'm back and writing more, so here's the latest prompt! Also, I'm going to start trying to respond to reviews from now on, so keep them coming, and thank you for all the constructive criticism and support. ^^
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. I'll probably own a Lamborghini before I own Bleach.
Prompt: Fish
"I can't believe you conned me into eating at your place again." Ichigo grumbled as he sat slumped at the table, watching Uryuu slave over a hot stove idly. He should have learned his lesson after last time, but he put it down to the fact that he liked to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe dinner wouldn't suck this time.
Rolling his eyes, Uryuu stirred the pot on the stove with a huff before looking over his shoulder at his friend. "I'm making my favorite tonight, mackerel miso stew, so if it tastes horrid, then I suffer, too." The dark haired boy commented with a snort. Honestly.
"That's a kind of fish, right?" Ichigo asked suddenly, though he yelped when a hand connected with the back of his head. "What the hell was that for?"
"Don't play dumb, of course mackerel is a fish." Uryuu scolded, holding the ladle in his hand like a sword.
Ichigo couldn't help but admit that the other teen looked kind of cute in that apron, though his thoughts were cut short when a bowl of steaming stew was placed in front of him. "You know, you could have drugged this while I wasn't watching." He commented as he took a small bite, then another.
"Yes, I went out of my way to drug your stew just to get a laugh." The Quincy replied, his words dripping in sarcasm. "Did your parents drop you on your head as a child?"
"My dad probably did a few times…"
