Ok, due to a commenter making me feel bad (i was hoping to do this anyways), i've decided to put up what i had... plus a little extra-extra 'wink'. I felt bad, so i attempted to make it longer. Plus, it was only like... 70-80 words. I hope this suffices so that your ideas may grow wild and spread to various fields of well being.
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I really have to stop working on my children's book...
Uryuu stared at the bathtub as it filed up to the halfway mark. This was unbelievable. He was used to seeing Ichigo for nearly the entire day come weekends, but the activities outside of his scheduled times were unknown to him. The black-haired boy was used to medicine, card games, lunch, conversation, medicine, dinner, and then leaving for the night.
"Hey, you gonna help me or what?" Ichigo sat in the chair and Uryuu had put him in, awaiting for the task to be done. "I can't exactly get over there by myself."
Uryuu sighed, pushing his glasses up before walking over to the older boy, "I can't believe I'm actually doing this." He pulled Ichigo's arm around him, ignoring the fact that he could feel the tanned skin of the other boy pressing against him. This was wrong on so many different levels.
"Hurry up," Ichigo urged Ishida on.
Gah!! i wish i could go further, but i'm getting massive brain death. Sorry kids, you'll have to take it from here... though i was thinking about something involving washing his back if you want my opinion.