49. Pillow
As much as Shuuhei loved sunshine and warm weather, there was something to be said to lying on the couch while a rainstorm beat against the windows, a fire roaring in the grate and his head pillowed on Kensei's broad chest.
Kensei carded his fingers through the spiky black hair and smiled a little. "Finally relaxing, Shu?"
Shuuhei tipped his head back to accept a kiss. "Mm. I think I just fell in love with rainy days."
On the floor above them, Ichigo and Kisuke unknowingly mirrored their position.
"Comfy?" Kisuke asked, kissing Ichigo's forehead.
"Mm," Ichigo agreed, snuggling closer.
