He was staring. It was annoying, Kisuke still hadn't arrived and he didn't have the muscle needed to kick him out on his own. Ichigo hoped he could just ignore him and he'd leave him alone. He needed to get his work done. But Grimmjow was sitting right next to him and he found it hard to write cheesy romantic advice with Grimmjow staring at him so intently. Sighing he shoved his foot into his face, forcing the older man off his bed.
"Fuck off, I'm trying to work," he hissed. Focusing on the screen once more, the letter he was reading already giving him a headache. If he had a dollar for every time someone complained about their partners performance in bed he'd be rich.
"Sorry fer disturbing ya, yer highness. 'M gonna go clean the fridge and probably the rest of yer place while 'm at it," Grimmjow said, grumbling. Ichigo just waved him off, the crease in his brow deepening. It seemed his work was what had set him off this time not Grimmjow himself. Yet it still hurt. He sighed, figuring he'd start out with the fridge since it was the worst. He couldn't believe Ichigo let his place get this bad; he had been a little bit of a neat freak in high school. Then again with the way he was acting it looked like he had really changed. But that didn't matter to him, he still found him attractive. No Ichigo hadn't really changed much, he just seemed to be angry all the time.
"What the fuck is this crap, woman yer nuts!" Ichigo shouted hands fisted in his hair. Grimmjow snorted, yeah he was still the same.
"Ya don't stalk a man," he muttered, fingers taping feverishly against the keys.
"This is why most men turn gay!" Grimmjow could only laugh at that. Though it wasn't totally true that was the reason in some cases, scary women. They continued like that for a while, the only thing breaking the silence was the random muttering from Ichigo and an occasional swear from Grimmjow.
It wasn't long before he had picked up every random article of clothing; there was enough for 4 loads of washing. It made him wonder if Ichigo brought new clothing every time he needed something clean to wear.
"So it looks like Kisuke has abandoned me for fonder pursuits," he grumbled coming to stand besides Grimmjow looking at the clothes with him. He had to admit the man was great help. Kissing Grimmjow on the cheek in thanks as he passed, he grabbed and arm full of laundry moving to his sorta laundry room that was hidden behind a Chinese silk screen.
"Do ya want some help?" Grimm asked now that Ichigo was being civil.
"Nah you already did enough. Go order some takeout for us, numbers are on my phone, wallet is on the counter." Grimmjow raised a brow at that, either Ichigo was deciding to play nice and make it work or he had just given up for the day. Grimm was going with the latter.
"Ya want anything in particular kitten?" Grimmjow asked, scrolling through the numbers on his phone. He had about four that weren't takeout joints. Ichigo paused, laundry basket carefully balanced on the edge of the washing machine.
"Actually could you call mister noodle and ask for my mega usual, just mention you're calling for me!" He raised a brow but dialled the number wondering what a mega usual was. The lady that answered groaned at the word mega, muttering it would be an hour before it was ready. What could possible take an hour to make? How much food did Ichigo eat in one sitting?
"Foods ordered, lady said it would be about an hour before it arrived. Wanna talk about this marriage and shit while we wait?" He winced at the words. Ichigo really just wanted a divorce but Grimmjow, he was so set on making this work that it scared him a little.
"I guess we should talk about this, I wasn't being really civil the first time," he admitted, scowling.
"I really wanna make this work or at least try, I really do love ya kitten. I have since high school." That threw him for a loop, it sounded so serious he couldn't even make a joke of it this time.
"Right so all that bullying was because you had a crush on me huh?" He asked snidely, high school had been hard for him because of this man. It really messed with him and made Ichigo the angry man he was today.
"I was an asshole yes but I was confused and scared, I'd never liked a guy before you and I'd only ever dated girls. I didn't know what my own feelings were or what to do about it, I thought that if I kept ya at arms length it would all go away, that it was just a phase. I even blamed ya fer the way I was feeling and acted out on that anger, and with who I was hanging out with at the time meant being gay was unacceptable. We destroyed someone's life in high school because he was gay, I didn't want that to happen to me. This isn't an excuse fer what I've done ta ya; this is just so ya know why. I apologise for my former actions from the bottom of my heart and will do anything to make it up to you. Please Ichigo I'm begging ya, give me the chance to show that I do love you, that this can work." Oh god, he was really serious and it was making him feel guilty for how he had been acting the past few days. Grimmjow had been nothing but nice and he had literally kicked him in the face for his efforts. Jesus he was going to be just as bad as Grimmjow was in high school if he didn't say yes. That's how he was feeling right this second. Ichigo groaned, shoving a hand into his bright orange locks and pulling.
"One month." Grimmjow looked at him confused, one month to do what?
"I'll give you one month to make this work; I'll even act civil unless I'm working. Nothing I can do about how angry work makes me okay! But don't touch me without asking," he said, already regretting everything that just came out of his mouth. Grimmjow stared at him with wide eyes, he could not believe Ichigo even agreed to try this and just hugged him without warning.
"I'm so glad kitten; I though you really were just going to kick me out straight away. I don't think I could've handled that," he muttered, pulling away, completely relaxing after those few tense minutes.
"I'm not that heartless."