Ichigo x Uryuu
Ribbon
Uryuu tried very hard not to yell as he continued with his knitting. Ichigo was slowly pulling apart the delicate and organised contents of his sewing kit, unaware of the annoyance that it would cause the meticulous Quincy. He was not doing it out of spite, only curiosity and a little boredom, but now all of his needles were scattered across the table where they would no doubt get lost, his buttons had fallen out of their pockets and Ichigo had unravelled thread and re-knotted it into big mixed up clumps that he knew he would never be able to untangle. He had pulled pins out of their cushion and dulled their points by scratching the floor with them
Now he had a piece of ribbon in his hands, and was rubbing it forward and back across his lips, eyes half-closed at the softness.
Uryuu sighed.
The idiot shinigami was so easily bored.
He put down his needles and stared at the finished scarf, then threw it around Ichigo's neck, pulling him forward until their lips met through the silk of the ribbon.