Epilogue 1/3: Camping
Toshiro had never been camping before, but for some reason, he was able to show Ichigo – the camping expert – how to set up their tent properly. The strawberry himself was becoming rather frustrated with the complicated instructions that came with the new tent he'd bought just for the occasion. Toshiro held back a chuckle watching his boyfriend storm around the tent, looking for the one peg he'd lost; "It was just here, I swear!"
The whole gang had turned up for their weekend camping trip; Renji and Rukia, Chad and Rangiku, Ikkaku and Yumichika, as well as Shuuhei and his newest blonde girlfriend whose name Toshiro had already forgotten. Actually, he lied; the whole group hadn't turned up as Izuru was spending his break with Momo in Junrinan. Aunt Hana had decided to keep the house, and with the money she'd won from Toshiro, she and Uncle Hisao were able to afford to move back to Japan and take some time off before starting new jobs. The young prodigy felt a small twang in his chest, not because they were going to Junrinan without him – there was nothing there for him anymore – but because Momo hadn't spoken to him since Renji's New Year's Eve Party, and it wasn't from a lack of seeing her around.
"Found it!" Ichigo exclaimed excitedly, holding up the thin tent peg victoriously before finally hammering it into place.
Tilting his head to the side, Toshiro took in the view he'd been presented with as Ichigo bent over to hold the peg in place, and admired the muscles flexing in his arms as he pounded the peg into the ground with his small hammer.
"Damn, Tosh," Rangiku's voice whispered over Toshiro's shoulder, "You're a lucky man."
"I thought you were with Chad now?" Toshiro huffed, breaking his stare from the gorgeous specimen in front of him and turning to glare at his supposed 'best friend'.
Rangiku only winked in response.
Despite the night she'd shared with the gentle Mexican, Rangiku and Chad had only just officially begun to date. It seemed Chad's trust issues went as deep as Toshiro's own, but luckily for Rangiku, boys with trust issues were her forte, and just as Toshiro himself had been broken down, Chad had not been able to withstand the destructive force that was new girlfriend. Ichigo had been kind of concerned when he learnt that Ran was after his high school best friend because if they got together and then broke up, surely he and Toshiro would take the sides of their own best friends and that might cause a rift between them. Toshiro, however, was not worried; Chad didn't seem like the type of guy to hurt his girlfriend and Rangiku would never do anything to hurt someone like Chad.
"It's starting to get cold," Rangiku whined, rubbing her arms, "Maybe we should gather some firewood?"
Toshiro glanced at Ichigo asking the silent question to which Ichigo nodded, "Go help Rangiku, I'll finish up here."
Rangiku squealed in delight, dragging the young prodigy off towards the trees and informing him of all the activities she had planned for the group; all of which, unsurprisingly, involved the consumption of alcohol. Fuck, he was going to get so drunk this weekend.
…
That night, Toshiro lay wide awake in the tent. Not even Ichigo's comforting snores were enough to sooth him, not even the warmth of Ichigo's body was enough to settle his heart rate. He'd heard a sound outside, he was sure of it. The rational part of his brain was telling him it was probably just a small harmless animal, like a stray cat or even a bird. But after the story Renji had told them that night around the campfire, his mind was spinning elaborate conclusions, and Toshiro whimpered softly, curling against his sleeping boyfriend…
"And then," Renji's voice lowered, and a dark grin slowly spread across his face, "The woman heard a loud thump on the roof of her car…"
Right on cue, a loud thud sounded from behind Toshiro, where he sat on Ichigo's lap in front of the campfire. He flinched at the noise and felt all his muscles tense up. Ikkaku had jumped on top of the table they'd set up for meals, providing all too real sound effects to Renji's horror story. Toshiro's grip on his beer tightened involuntarily and he sunk back in to Ichigo's warm, safe chest, the strawberry's free arm tightened protectively around him. Was Toshiro scared of Renji's ridiculous story? Pfft, no. No, no, no, of course not, don't be stupid.
"And so, the woman got out of the car…" Renji continued, his eyes dark and sinister.
"What an idiot," Rukia muttered, "Why would you get out of the car? Just lock it and call the police, for fuck's sake."
Everyone sitting around the campfire laughed, and Toshiro forced a nervous chuckle. Ichigo's hand moved under his shirt, rubbing soothing circles on the prodigy's skin. If his boyfriend knew of his slight… aversion – he wasn't afraid – to Renji's story, Toshiro did not know, but he was grateful nonetheless for the strawberry's comforting actions.
"And when she turned around…"
Toshiro turned his head and buried his face in Ichigo's neck. Okay… perhaps… there was a chance, a very, very, very slight chance, that Toshiro was, in fact, a tiny – TINY – bit… he wouldn't say 'scared'… probably more 'troubled', yes, troubled. He was troubled by Renji's story.
"The roof of her car had big dents in it, like a large animal had jumped on it," Renji told them, "But there was nothing there. Instead, behind her, the woman heard a twig snap."
For emphasis, Ikkaku had come around and broken a twig right in Rangiku's ear, causing the blonde to yelp, and jump into Chad's lap. Shuuhei laughed at her reaction and Toshiro's breathing quickened. He gulped back the rest of his beer quickly, dropping the bottle softly to the grass below their camp chair, and snuggling further into Ichigo's side.
Find your happy place, he told himself silently; space, books, Ichigo, karate, physics, Ichigo in bed, Harry Potter, Ichigo playing basketball, Thor smashing Renji with his hammer, Ichigo in the shower…
A scream broke his thoughts and he jumped in Ichigo's hold, almost falling off the chair. The strawberry pulled him back instantly and held him tightly as Toshiro tried to catch up with what he'd missed. As it turned out, his happy thoughts had worked and he'd actually missed the end of Renji's story. Apparently, they'd picked on Yumichika this time; Ikkaku had obviously tried to scare his boyfriend and succeeded, causing the tall, feminine man to jump up screaming. Everyone had laughed and Yumichika had stormed off in a fit of fury, Ikkaku trailing after him trying half-heartedly to apologize.
He hadn't even heard the end of the story, but Toshiro couldn't sleep. Ichigo's warm breath against his forehead wasn't calming him down as much as he would have liked and then the worst thing that could have possibly occurred happened; Toshiro felt the all too familiar tug of his bladder and knew he needed to pee. Fuck, what was going to do? There was absolutely no way he was going to go outside alone in the middle of the night after that damn story, but the more he thought about it, the more he needed to go. The weight in his bladder pressed uncomfortably in his lower regions and not even the happiest of happy thoughts could quell the need.
Ugh, he was being ridiculous, there was absolutely nothing outside that was going to hurt him.
He pulled himself up, slipped on some shoes and crawled over to the zip of the tent door. He hand hovered over the zip for a few seconds. He took a deep breath and shakily undid the fly. Slipping out of the tent, he took a tentative three steps forward before a rustle in the bushes off his right side had him diving back into the tent. Fuck, he was going to die out there, he just knew it.
"Babe," Ichigo groaned, rolling over on the double air mattress, "Come back to bed."
"I need to pee," Toshiro muttered, poking his head back out the fly, bravely looking around outside.
"Then go pee," Ichigo murmured helpfully.
"I can't," Toshiro whispered, zipping back up the fly and sitting the corner of the tent, crossing his legs and willing the urine to stay inside him.
"Why not?" Ichigo sighed in exasperation, his back to Toshiro.
"I…" Toshiro began but stopped abruptly. He wasn't about to admit that he'd be frightened by a lame children's horror story, "Actually, you know what, I think I can wait until morning…"
It was a lie; there was no way he was going to make it until daylight before he wet his pants, but he could maybe afford another hour or so to make him desperate enough that he'd just have to be brave and go outside.
"Good," Ichigo mumbled sleepily, rolling back over and pulling back the opened-up sleeping bag for Toshiro to crawl in beside him, "Come here, I'm getting cold."
Toshiro did as he was told, slipping off his shoes and snuggling back under the covers. Ichigo's arms were around him instantly, pulling the small prodigy closer. It was comforting his fears, but not doing anything to sedate the pressing need his lower abdomen. Toshiro crossed and uncrossed legs every thirty seconds in discomfort and fidgeted like crazy. There was no way he was going to make another hour, and Ichigo must have sensed the issue, because he suddenly sat up, pulled on his own shoes and grabbed their torch.
"Come on, let's go," Ichigo said, whacking the torch against his palm a few times to get the light to turn on, "I need to pee too."
And that was a lie, because Ichigo didn't need to go to the bathroom at all as Toshiro later found out. The strawberry was grinning very smugly, however, as they trudged back to the tent, Toshiro's bladder finally empty.
"I didn't know you got scared by stuff like that," Ichigo chuckled to himself, "You're so cute, Tosh, you really are."
"Fuck off, I'm not scared," Toshiro hissed back, "Don't be foolish."
"Oh no?" Ichigo smirked, "So you left the tent, and came flying back in after only five seconds, and repeatedly muttered, 'I'm going to die' under your breath, but you weren't scared at all?"
Toshiro faltered in his steps. Had he really been muttering that under his breath? He could remember thinking it over and over…
Suddenly, a loud growl sounded from behind Toshiro, and before the prodigy knew it, he was jumping into Ichigo, gripping his arms like it was his lifeline and pressing his face into the strawberry's clothed chest.
"Babe, it's just Renji's snoring," Ichigo laughed.
Despite all his chuckles, Toshiro felt Ichigo's arms encircle his body and hold him close. Toshiro's heart hammered against his chest, and he tried to take his mind off the rustling leaves and whistle of the wind by taking deep, somewhat shaky breaths, inhaling that strawberry scent of his boyfriend.
Ichigo tugged him back to the tent, and Toshiro was all too happy to comply. They took of their shoes and settled back into bed. With no need to pee, Toshiro snuggled back against Ichigo and closed his eyes; he was finally starting to calm down. Ichigo hummed softly above him, his hands running through Toshiro's hair soothingly and the young genius started to feel sleep take him.
"You're so cute, Toshiro," Ichigo whispered, a stupid grin probably gracing his features, "Don't worry, I'll protect you."
Toshiro didn't care that Ichigo was mocking him a little; he just wanted to sleep in this safe, warm hold.
…
The next night was, if at all believable, worse and even more embarrassing for Toshiro than being scared the night before, and of course, it was all Rangiku's fault.
"Let's play Never Have I Ever," she said, "It will be fun," she said.
Lies.
The group sat around the campfire once again with various cups of random cocktails Rangiku had concocted, all of which were extremely strong, and Toshiro could feel himself buzzing already. The game hadn't even started yet.
Ichigo sat in a camp chair beside Toshiro. His knee was bobbing nervously and he took plenty of sips of his own drink. He was uneasy because Rangiku had been threatening to get the information regarding their new sex-life out of them. Apparently, she had been disappointed with the details – or lack thereof – they'd given her after their first time and now she'd found a way to force the specifics out of them.
"Never Have I Ever…" Rangiku drawled, "Given a blowjob."
Starting out easy, Rangiku got most of the circle to drink with her first question; Toshiro, Ichigo, Rukia, Ikkaku, Yumichika, Shuuhei's blonde friend (here and after known as 'Hot Blonde') and of course, Ran herself.
"Never Have I Ever…" It was Renji's turn and he was eyeing Ichigo mischievously, "Told my partner I loved them for the first time during a sexual moment."
Ichigo groaned, flushing crimson, and drank from his cup. Toshiro frowned, remembering the moment and cringed when he remembered that he hadn't told Rangiku about that.
"What!" She exclaimed, jumping to her feet and pointing her finger accusingly at Ichigo, "You what?! Ichigo, you told Toshiro that you loved him?"
Ichigo nodded, flushing a beautiful shade of pink. Rangiku then turned on Toshiro, demanding to know the details, and blaming him for hiding crucial information from her. He only shrugged in response, which seemed to piss her off even more.
The game continued through a few more players, the topics hitting sex, criminal activity, drunken stories, weird fetishes and embarrassing moments. Toshiro was lucky enough to only have been forced to drink twice in the first round, but poor Ichigo had copped it bad, having to drink six times. He was holding his alcohol well, however, and the whole thing was becoming highly amusing to Toshiro, who had a bad case of the giggles. Things changed, however, when Rangiku's turn came back around.
"Well, Tosh, since you're being so stingy with the details, you leave me no choice," Rangiku grinned manically, "Never Have I Ever gotten a boner watching Ichigo study."
Toshiro blushed as all eyes turned on him and slowly he raised his drink to his lips, causing his friends to laugh and make jokes about him being a horny genius who gets turned on by watching people study. Ichigo was smirking stupidly at him, and Toshiro rolled his eyes; fine, if Rangiku wanted to play, he'd play.
Finally his turn came around, and he winked suggestively at his blonde friend across the fire, "Never Have I Ever… given two guys hand jobs at the same time."
Rangiku's jaw dropped, and a few people gasped in surprise as she shook her head in embarrassment and she took a sip from her cup. Laughter roared around the fire, and Toshiro didn't miss the death stare she sent his way nor her mouthing the words, "Bring it on."
When it became clear that Rangiku and Toshiro were targeting each other in the game, others began to join in or target their own people, namely Shuuhei targeting Renji, Renji and Rukia picking on Ichigo, Ichigo helping Toshiro to take Rangiku down.
"Never Have I Ever," Rangiku glared at the young prodigy, "Had a sex dream about one of my teachers!"
Toshiro closed his eyes and cringed hard, taking yet another sip of his drink as he thought of Professor Taekada, his first year astronomy lecturer. He was becoming very, very tipsy at this point, bordering the line between tipsy and drunk. He opened his eyes to see Ichigo looking at him questioningly.
"No, Baby, no, no, no, no," Toshiro slurred, pulling himself out of his chair and stumbling over in the strawberry's lap, "It was waaaaay before I even met you. I swear all my sex dreams have been about you since we met."
Ichigo's mildly shocked expression turned smug at Toshiro's tipsy confession, and Toshiro reached up to connect their lips. Due to the alcohol shared between them, the kiss was sloppier than usual, but Toshiro didn't mind, and neither did his growing erection; the memories of his more raunchy dreams coming to the surface.
"It's your turn, Toshiro!" Someone yelled, and Toshiro pulled out of the kiss, glancing around the camp fire to find the devil woman he'd been trying to shame.
Perhaps he was drunker than he thought, because Rangiku suddenly had four boobs instead of two.
"Never Have I Ever…" Toshiro began to giggle, "Gotten arrested for skinny dipping in a public pool at night."
Rangiku once again drank, laughing at her own embarrassing story and even Chad cracked a smile at that one.
"Never Have I Ever…" Shuuhei drawled cheekily, "Fooled around in my roommate's bed."
Toshiro and Ichigo shared a glance and chuckle before drinking. Renji and Chad drank too, and as roommates, were shocked to find the other drinking; the look of horror spreading over their features simultaneously, although Chad's was less pronounced. Ikkaku and Yumichika shrugged, drinking, and Rangiku swore softly before taking her own sip.
"Never Have I Ever…" Rukia's eyes flashed dangerously as she looked Ichigo and Toshiro up and down, "Had sex with someone who can do the splits."
Renji drank happily, and so did Shuuhei. Rangiku nudged Chad in the side, whispered in his ear, and then the blushing Mexican too drank. Ichigo looked a little confused as Rukia and Rangiku both smirked at him, so Toshiro rolled his eyes, pushed himself out of Ichigo's lap and dropped to the ground, his legs split out to opposite sides and completely straight. Ichigo's jaw dropped.
"I forgot you used to be a gymnast," He muttered, his eyes darkening with lust, "Fuck, that's hot."
Ichigo was so pleased with this new information that he chugged the rest of his drink, stood up and demanded Toshiro come 'help him get a new drink'. Needless to say, helping Ichigo get a new drink involved nothing of the kind, although Toshiro didn't realise this until he wound up in the back seat of Ichigo's old Suzuki, the strawberry's mouth engulfing his erection and the only 'drink' Ichigo was getting was Toshiro's cum in his mouth.
Toshiro didn't know how much time had passed when they returned to the campfire, but they were met with loud cheers. Yumichika and Ikkaku had also disappeared, and Hot Blonde was straddling Shuuhei in his camp chair as they made out.
"Never Have I Ever had sex in a car!" Rangiku shouted over the cheers, and suddenly Toshiro had someone's cup in his hand and was tipping the contents into the back of throat.
As the night wore on, and each couple disappeared and returned, Toshiro found himself lying with his head in Rangiku's lap and staring up at the stars. He was well and truly drunk now, and he vaguely remembered dancing with Ran before they'd fallen over together; Toshiro now physically couldn't stand up and Rangiku was giggling too hard to even attempt it. Ichigo was… Where was he?
"He's making noodles," Rangiku informed him through some light chuckles, although Toshiro didn't remember asking the question out loud, "He and Rukia are trying to set up the gas cookers."
Toshiro frowned as he tried to remember; yes, that's right, Ichigo had been complaining about being hungry and so had Renji. Everyone began discussing the best foods to have while drunk; most of the group agreed that noodles or kebabs were generally the way to go, but Rangiku insisted that she had discovered the best drunk food on her trip to Australia and that was vegemite on toast. Well, they didn't have any vegemite, and there were no kebab shops around, but they did have an endless supply of noodles, and so off Rukia and Ichigo went to cook up a feast.
"I'm sorry I picked on you in that game, Ran," Toshiro murmured, although he wasn't sorry at all and Rangiku wasn't mad anyway, before rolling into her stomach and closing his eyes; the world was spinning, "Also, you smell like sex."
"Well, you'd know, wouldn't you?" Rangiku giggled, taking a sip of her drink.
"I do know," Toshiro grinned.
Rangiku seemed to take advantage of Toshiro's drunk state and good mood, asking endless questions about the now multiple times he and Ichigo had fucked, and also the whole 'I love you' story, and despite knowing he'd regret telling her everything in the morning, Toshiro couldn't keep his mouth shut. Right now, he wanted to talk about it and share the happiest time of his life with his best friend, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with that. Rangiku always knew where to draw the line between things that stay between them and things that she could tease him about publicly anyway, so he was only partially worried.
"I'm happy for you, Tosh," She murmured, running her fingers through his hair, "You deserve this."
He hummed in response, "You deserve to be happy too, Ran-Ran."
Ran-Ran only came out when he was really drunk, and he was, in fact, really, really drunk.
"I am," Rangiku giggled, and Toshiro glanced up to see her two faces smiling down at him, "Chad is a beautiful man."
She continued to fill him in on the niceties of her new relationship with the gentle giant, and called the man over as he walked towards them with bowls of noodles. He blushed as he sat beside them, Rangiku still gushing over what an incredible man he was. Toshiro chuckled at his discomfort having been in similar situations with that woman before. The prodigy tried to sit up, but was finding balancing hard, until he felt Rangiku pull him back beside her, and he slumped sideways against her shoulder. He picked at his bowl of noodles with his fingers – he was too drunk to co-ordinate chopsticks – and he missed his mouth about three times, wearing more of his food than he was actually eating it.
Rangiku eventually got up to grab him a serviette, leaving him now slumped against Chad's beefy arm.
"Sado," Toshiro drawled, "Why do they call you 'Chad', when your name is 'Yasutora'?"
"I introduced myself as 'Sado' to Ichigo when we first met," Chad answered softly, "But he thought I said 'Chado'."
The young genius chuckled to himself; trust Ichigo, the fool.
A few moments of comfortable silence passed between them; well, Toshiro was drunk enough to think it was comfortable; he really couldn't tell what Chad might have been thinking.
"I'm glad you let Isshin take you in," Chad murmured eventually, "You're too small to-… Foster care would have been terrible for you."
It was the first time Chad had spoken to Toshiro about the situation they both had faced. Toshiro glanced at the larger man.
"You should have let Dr Kurosaki help you," He ventured softly, "Things might have been different for you."
Chad nodded, "I made a lot of mistakes growing up, and refusing him was certainly one of them."
Toshiro didn't know what to say in reply, and with his newfound taste for affection and his current high blood alcohol concentration, he simply placed his noodle bowl on the ground and wrapped his arms around Chad. His arms were too short to make it the whole way around but he did his best anyway, and saw the flicker of a smile play on the Latino's face.
"Ichigo is lucky to have you."
"Rangiku is lucky to have you," Toshiro spoke softly, "But if you ever hurt her, I'll kill you."
He wasn't much of a threat since Toshiro was currently relying on the man to hold him upright, but he hoped at least his message went across.
"I'd never hurt her," Chad promised firmly.
Please with his answer, Toshiro released his hold on Chad and returned to his noodles. Eventually Rangiku returned with Ichigo, who laughed hysterically when he saw all the noodles down Toshiro's shirt. The strawberry continued to chuckle as he sat down and pulled Toshiro's partially limp body into his lap, and began to feed them both, his hands still able to use chopsticks. Ichigo seemed fine, but Toshiro could tell he was still pretty drunk himself, largely due to the fact he was singing along terribly to the music emanating out of Renji's portable speakers and openly discussing the latest dramas of Geordie Shore with Rangiku.
Deciding that the world was still spinning too fast for him, Toshiro curled up against Ichigo and tried to sleep. It wasn't hard despite the loud music and all the people chatting and dancing around him, and the next thing he knew, the whole camp ground was silent except a few hushed voices, and he felt someone pick him up and carry him to the tent. The body felt different to Ichigo's, but Toshiro was too tired to open his eyes. He felt himself get placed on a mattress, and then a body that was undeniably Ichigo's wrapped around him.
"Thanks guys," Ichigo's voice slurred, and Toshiro heard someone chuckling as they zipped up the tent and walked away.
Sleep took him again soon after, Ichigo singing softly under his breath in the back of his mind.
…
Toshiro had never felt so sick in his life.
He hunched over the base of a tree trunk and once again spewed his guts onto the grass below while wearing the clothes he'd worn all yesterday. This was so embarrassing, but fortunately, he wasn't the only one. Ichigo was lying on the grass not far from him, obviously too sick to move, Rukia was vomiting in the shrubs on the other side of the camp ground. Shuuhei was holding a bucket for Hot Blonde and cringing hard as the girl gagged into it. Chad was rubbing Rangiku's back as she sat at the table holding her head in her hands, Renji mirroring her image at the opposite end. Ikkaku and Yumichika were yet to arise, but apparently both of them had been throwing up late last night.
Shuuhei and Chad seemed to be the only two who had come up good the next morning. According to Shuuhei, after Toshiro had fallen asleep in Ichigo's lap, the strawberry had continued to drink – passing Toshiro off to Rangiku who apparently wanted to cuddle him – and ended up playing a drinking game with Rukia, Renji, Shuuhei and Hot Blonde. In the end, the twenty year old had been too drunk to stand, let alone carry Toshiro to bed, and so Chad helped Ichigo back inside the tent, while Shuuhei had been the one Toshiro felt carrying him last night.
Eventually Toshiro stopped vomiting, and made his way over to the tap to fill up his bottle of water and rinse his mouth out before collapsing on the grass beside Ichigo.
"I brought you water," Toshiro whispered, because regular talking was too loud for him to handle right now.
Ichigo muttered his own quiet thanks before taking a shaky sip of water. They laid their together in silence for some time. The ground wasn't very comfortable to lie on but the fresh air was doing Toshiro wonders, and at some point he fell asleep to the sounds of happy, non-hungover birds chirping innocently in the tree tops above and Ichigo's arm slung over his back.
He woke up when Rangiku came by offering a plate of fried food. Both boys sat up rather groggily and picked at the various bits of food on the plate. The food and the short nap really helped – as well as all the vomiting – and he was eventually able to get up and wander back to the table. Ichigo followed and soon almost everyone was there. Today was supposed to be their last day here, but with most of the drivers still too hungover, they all agreed to stay one more night, planning to play a couple of innocent card games, maybe watch a movie or two on the portable DVD player Ichigo had brought and then have an early night before leaving early tomorrow.
Glad to not have to pack up their stuff this afternoon, Toshiro returned to the tent, stripping off his dirty clothes and replacing them with nothing but one of Ichigo's shirts. He crawled under the covers and closed his eyes. There was some relaxed music playing outside but it was otherwise quiet as almost everyone returned to bed.
Ichigo entered the tent after a few minutes, pulling off his own dirty clothes and crawling over Toshiro to his side of mattress.
"Dad's cool with us coming home tomorrow now," Ichigo murmured, slipping under their shared open sleeping bag, "I called to let him know."
Toshiro hummed an acknowledgement and rolled away from Ichigo so the man would come behind him and spoon him. Ichigo shuffled closer and wrapped an arm around Toshiro, pulling the boy towards his chest.
"If I didn't feel so sick, I'd ravish you," Ichigo muttered against Toshiro's neck, pressing a light kiss to his skin.
"If I didn't feel so sick, that kiss on my neck would have turned me on," Toshiro grinned into his pillow; it was true, he was a sucker for neck kisses.
"I think we left the lube in the car last night anyway," Ichigo chuckled.
Toshiro smirked, "My thighs are killing me, by the way, next time make me stretch first."
Ichigo barked back some laughter, his arm tightening and pulling Toshiro even closer. He reached up, pressing his lips to Toshiro's temple, before sinking back down beside him. The prodigy sighed contently; yeah, he'd go camping with Ichigo again. He would go anywhere if Ichigo was coming, to be honest.
…
I don't know where most of that came from. Blame Mosco.
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