Ikkaku and Yumichika
Paint
"No."
"What?"
"I don't like it."
"What?! You picked it out!"
"Yes, but it doesn't look as good now."
"You're kidding me?"
Yumichika shook his head.
"Nope."
Ikkaku's shoulders sagged. He was tired and frustrated and had spent his whole day doing this favour, and now all of a sudden Yumichika decided that he didn't like the colour of the walls, that he had changed his god damn mind?
"You have got to be fucking kidding me."
Yumichika smiled sweetly and wrapped his arms around the other man, who tried very hard not to push him off, as was his natural instinct, because Yumichika sulking was not the most pleasant thing to have around. He dropped his paintbrush with a groan and awkwardly returned the embrace.
"It's all right. We'll go buy more paint tomorrow, then you can finish the room tomorrow evening, okay?"
Ikkaku sighed.
He was a sucker, he really was.