Sugar and Spice – Chapter 16
What it's like to Kiss Men
The rest of the week was a mad rush for Ichigo and his new office job, nothing like the bubblelicious first-day fun Byakuya had treated him to on Monday. It was time to get serious, it seemed. Once he got into the swing of things, it was like there wasn't enough time in the day to get his tasks done. And even when he thought he would be free, to end his day like all the other suits around dinner time, Toshiro threw more work at him.
He'd spent every night working at his desk until nearly 8'o'clock! He spent it just trying to catch up.
By the time he got home each night, he was too exhausted to take up Byakuya's offers to come over, even just to curl up together to watch a late night movie on the television, or to climb under the covers and shuffle in close, falling asleep to the scent of his lover's hair. And he only texted Byakuya for the rest of the week. Because the truth of it was, was that Ichigo had to bring some of his work home. Where he spent another hour or so on his laptop. He was too drained to talk on the phone.
Everything he did, Ichigo did it with his all. He wanted to prove to Byakuya's father and to his boss Toshiro that they hadn't made a mistake hiring him. It was like, if he screwed up it would make Byakuya look bad somehow. That it would make him look foolish for ever mentioning to Sōjun Kuchiki about his recent graduation. Ichigo couldn't bear to have that kind of weight on his conscience. Besides, he was really good at what he was doing. He was prompt and he managed to get through a few meetings where he had actually offered his educated opinions, and no one laughed at him.
Word around the office was that Ichigo would climb the corporate ladder a lot faster than most. If he kept at it, that is. Ichigo kept at it because that's what he was told to do. There would be no pointing fingers in his direction if anything went wrong, and that's how he wanted to keep it.
And how hard he tried not to think of Byakuya working at the café all by himself. How hard it was for him not to look at the clock on the wall in the office and wonder what Byakuya might be doing in the kitchen at that very moment in time. Was he molding dough with his strong nimble baker's hands? Maybe he was testing that new cheesecake mousse recipe he mentioned the other night in the bath tub. Ichigo secretly wondered how it came out. Was Byakuya tired and overwhelmed? Of course, he had his sister Rukia there with him, but it wasn't enough and Ichigo knew it. From his brief text conversation with him last night, he knew the pâtissierwas staying an extra hour each day to make up for his lack of being there.
Between the both of them, this week was a brutal one.
Idly, Ichigo sat at his desk on Friday afternoon, twirling a set of keys by the key ring, pressing his finger into the center and spinning it around over top the desk as he daydreamed. They were the apartment keys Byakuya gave him a few days ago. His own set of keys to Byakuya's home—keys to a home that Byakuya wanted to share with him someday. To Ichigo, they felt like the keys to his heart.
It had meant so much to Ichigo to receive these keys, and yet, he hasn't even used them. Not even once. He still had not brought up the topic of moving out with Uryū yet either. Of course, he knew there was no hurry and he didn't want to rush Byakuya. Ichigo knew that having these keys wasn't just about moving in with him, it was about trust.
He'd already figured it out. Sometime after the New Year, he would find out what Byakuya thought of him making a final move. That was two months away. Ichigo scoffed, wondering what Byakuya would think about some of his junk taking over his posh high-rise apartment. Would he put his comic books in storage or keep his bookshelf? Would all his clothes fit into Byakuya's closets or would he have to get a new dresser? He wondered if he should leave his stereo with Ishida, but it was a present from his father and Ichigo would feel guilty. Perhaps Byakuya would like to have a stereo in his bedroom—their bedroom, Ichigo acquiescently reminded himself.
I wonder how we'll cohabitate together?
Ichigo was lost in his thoughts, still spinning his keys when his cell phone rang. It was on silent but the vibrations thrummed over the surface of his desk. He blinked and picked up the phone, placing a palm over the keys to still and silence them. He noticed that the number belonged to his father.
With a sigh, he answered. "Hello Dad, how are you?"
Ichigo held the phone away from his ear as Isshin hollered at him.
"What the hell old man? I thought you'd be happy that I got an office job, what's your problem?" Ichigo squawked into the phone. He listened as his father explained how he'd stopped by the bakery today only to discover he wasn't there any longer. Ichigo felt a little bad for not telling him that he wasn't working there anymore, but he hadn't had a chance to talk to his family yet.
"You told my sisters already?" Ichigo could not believe his father sometimes. Geez, they were all discussing his life like one of those tasteless gossip columns. "Why should they be so shocked? I don't get you people."
Ichigo listened to his father with utter disbelief. The old man seemed truly confused that he'd given up his baking job for this office job. "Of course I was happy there but... but what about my student loan—what about the two years I just finished getting a certificate in accounting, huh?"
Hearing his father talk like this was completely unexpected. He knew he should count himself lucky to have a father that wasn't like so many others in this country. For most families becoming a high-powered suit was a life goal. Working to the bone was just part of the game. His father, however, actually considered his mental well-being since he was so much more down to earth.
"Am I happier here?" Ichigo went silent for a moment as he thought about that. And he knew he should have been able to respond right away, his answer, but here he was thinking about it. He was doing what he was supposed to be doing, right? He was making more money here and he could pay off his student loan faster. "It's only been a week, dad... I'm still getting used to everything. I've been busy."
"No—no, I'm not avoiding the question." Ichigo groaned. "I'm happy alright." He paused and listened. "No, I'm not grumpy, but you're making me grumpy now though."
Ichigo ran a frustrated hand over this hair, sitting back in his chair. "Byakuya is fine, he's busy too. I dunno if we can come over for dinner tonight. I... I probably have to work late again." He frowned, he has been saying that a lot this week, he realized. "Yeah, I've been working until eight all week. That's too late to wait for me."
A co-worker came in and placed a file on his desk quietly when she realized Ichigo was on his phone. He thanked her with a silent nod, his father still yapping in his ear.
"I appreciate your concern dad," Ichigo said softly. "I really do. Actually, it feels really good knowing that you didn't think I was wasting my time at the bakery—I didn't think you thought of it as a real job. I was learning a lot of neat stuff there. Working with Byakuya was awesome and yeah... I sorta miss it. But... but his father gave me a valid opportunity here. I can't be a jackass and squander it—some people would kill to be in my shoes."
Isshin explained that it was good to keep an open mind and that he just wants him to be happy. He told him how he thought that the office job was what Ichigo really wanted, so he rooted for him. But after seeing Ichigo at the bakery, how accomplished he looked in his chef whites, how happy he appeared serving his sisters delicious goodies from underneath the counter. Using those funny French terms with an odd sense of pride in his voice, he had thought his son had found 'the' job, the kind of job that gives a person's life purpose and meaning.
Ichigo didn't know what to say. This conversation was beginning to make his brain hurt. He was starting to feel like Alice in Wonderland, caught in a strange dream, unsure which direction he was going. People were pulling at him from all directions, hither and thither.
"I get what you're saying dad but... I'm where I should be," he said with firm resolution. "I really should get back to work I'll talk to you later. Sorry for missing out on dinner this week, maybe next week, alright?"
They said their goodbyes and Ichigo hung up the phone.
Keigo's head popped up on the other side of the cubicle a second later, startling Ichigo. "So you worked in a bakery before this place? How cool is that?!"
Ichigo scowled. "Were you listening in on my phone call?" he asked with disbelief.
Looking around a little shiftily, Keigo replied. "Um... no. Ok... ok... I heard you mention 'bakery' and 'student loan' and 'Byakuya'. We're not talking about Byakuya as in the dude that's related to the Kuchiki's are we?"
Ichigo inhaled through his nose and out his mouth a few times, as he counted to ten. "Look, I'm really busy here... we can talk another time." Right now wasn't a good time to talk about the bakery or student loans and especially Byakuya. For some reason after talking to his father, Ichigo felt a certain irritation about those subjects.
However, Keigo wouldn't give up that easily. "That means it is that Byakuya. So are you gay or something?" Then his eyes lit up even more and he gasped as if he'd figured out the next clue to his crossword puzzle. "That means the CEO's son is gay, too! AND you're both dating!"
"Lower your voice, you idiot!" hissed Ichigo.
"Oh, sorry!" Keigo looked apologetic. He said more softly, "Right cause you wouldn't want everyone here to know that because then that might be weird." Then another look of revelation struck Keigo's face. "Now I understand why Sōjun Kuchiki came and spoke to you personally on your first day. Holy cow! It's like you're dating royalty or something."
Ichigo could feel the onset of a massive headache starting across his skull. "It's none of your business but please if you could keep this information to yourself. I don't want any trouble. I want to earn my respect the way everyone else does."
Keigo gave Ichigo a salute and before he could speak Toshiro yelled at him to get back to work.
"That's the third time this week, Mr. Asano!" spat the smallish man with white hair and a terrible temper.
By the end of the day, the entire office knew about Byakuya.
At six o'clock Ichigo's desk phone rang. He hit the speakerphone since he was the only person left in the office, except his boss who was on the other side of the floor. "Kurosaki Ichigo speaking, how can I help you?"
"I hear you've working too hard, why don't you come visit my office, Ichigo? It has a lovely view."
Ichigo bolted upright in his chair. "Mr. Kuchiki, sir... err, I mean, Sōjun—sorry about that." He looked at his spreadsheet still glaring at him from his computer screen. "Um, well, I dunno if that's a good idea. I still have a lot of stuff to get done."
"Forget about it, my secretary ordered way too much food here and I feel like a pig eating it all by myself. Come up here and help me out."
Ichigo chuckled. "Alright, I'm on my way."
Turning his screen off, Ichigo pushed himself out of his chair and grabbed his suit jacket off the back. He shrugged into the navy blue jacket and made his way to the elevators down the hall. Inside the lift he rest his head back against the wall and closed his tired eyes. They felt dry and grainy from staring at a computer screen all day. In addition, he wasn't sleeping well. Even though he'd been so exhausted these days, he had a hard time sleeping all week. His mind was so active he could not stop thinking about everything. And he missed Byakuya even though it had only been four days. It was the longest he has gone without seeing or talking to him since he wandered into Café on Sixth in the first place. All night he tossed and turned.
And when he did sleep he dreamed about the bakery. He was always out front serving the customers, squeezing sweet raspberry coulis on a plate in some crazy abstract design. Sometimes he was licking chocolate off his fingers, while Rukia glared at him and snapped elastic bands off his head. Once he even served that crazy blue-haired delivery guy, Grimmjow, who told him in a devilish whisper, 'I wanna play with Byakuya's pots and pans'.
The elevator reached the top floor, bringing Ichigo back to the present. He straightened his jacket and smoothed a hand over his tie as he made his way to Sōjun Kuchiki's office. His attractive secretary smiled at him and told him to go straight in.
Just like Byakuya's apartment, Sōjun's office had an amazing view of Karakura Town, which was lit up with lights in the night sky. Behind his large maple desk was a panorama of tall windows, making one feel as though they were on top of the world. It was breathtaking. The office was as big as an apartment, it had furniture—a dark leather sofa and two chairs in front of Sōjun's desk. There were a few nice large potted plants and many bookshelves.
The older Kuchiki sat behind his desk, looking relaxed and calm in his white dress shirt and lavender-coloured tie, arms on the rests of his chair. His suit jacket hung on the back of his seat. The top of the desk was littered with take-out containers full of delicious smelling food.
Sōjun offered with his hand to the front of his desk without getting up, "Please take a seat, Ichigo. Grab some chopsticks and help yourself. I've taken the liberty of getting you a cup of tea—careful, it's piping hot."
Tentatively, Ichigo took a seat in one of the expensive leather chairs and studied the collection of food, picking up a pair of chopsticks that hadn't been broken yet. "Thank you," he said, giving a small bow of gratitude. "This is really generous of you."
"It's nothing, really. I hope you don't mind me asking you to visit, but I thought this was a good opportunity to get to know you better," the CEO explained.
"Of course, I don't mind. It's no trouble," Ichigo replied honestly.
"You see how I couldn't possibly eat all this." Sōjun glanced over the food on the table.
Now Ichigo chuckled. "Yes, your secretary outdid herself. But...well..." Ichigo trailed off, unsure if he should continue.
"Haha, relax, Ichigo, and say what's on your mind. Don't hold back on my account—we're both adults here," he assured. "Spit it out."
Sōjun really did have a way of making people feel at ease. Ichigo nodded. "I wonder why you are still here on a Friday night, eating dinner in your office. Shouldn't you be at home?"
"What you're really wondering, is why I don't have a date and why I'm not out having dinner with her, having the world's greatest time." He teased but relented when he saw the shock on Ichigo's young face. Sōjun chortled softly. "If Byakuya was sitting here right now he'd be giving me the same expression. You young people need to loosen up a bit."
Stammering, Ichigo said, "I... err, well, I thought the whole idea of being the boss was so that you could let everyone else do the work."
Sōjun laughed. "A very presumptuous statement, my young friend," he said. "I wish it was always that simple. I just finished a long meeting a little while ago with these big shot clients from the States, they own oil refineries and pull in double the money than I do," he mentioned incredulously. "And you know what? All I could think about for the last hour was what I was going to have for dinner. I'm starving."
This guy was just too much, Ichigo thought with a wide grin. He knew then that he could really become friends with Byakuya's father. "I guess you couldn't wait to eat then, I get it. Happiness—"
"—is through a man's stomach," Sōjun finished for him.
They laughed.
"Now if we only had one of Byakuya's chocolate mousses." Ichigo was nearly purring. "Dinner would be perfect." He divided his chopsticks and chose a container with noodles in it.
Sōjun selected his own container and sat back in his chair. "He does make the best mousses, doesn't he?" he agreed. He ate a piece of saucy chicken.
"Mmmhmm," Ichigo murmured over his noodles, "The best."
Both remained silent as they filled up on all the food on the desk. And when Sōjun and Ichigo were finished they both picked up their tea to wash it down with a pleasant sigh.
"You know, you're really not how I imagined," Ichigo claimed, holding his cup in both hands.
Sōjun scoffed. "You thought I'd be more reserved like my son, and being the CEO of Kuchiki Enterprises, you had the notion that I'd be completely full of myself. Don't lie now."
Ichigo boldly replied. "I did think that. But you're not like that at all."
Sōjun laughed out right.
"When I first met Byakuya, I thought he was annoyed with me all the time," Ichigo explained with exasperation. "He's always surprising me."
Sōjun looked on amused. "He get's that from his grandfather, Genrei, but both of them are a couple of softies under a hard shell, they just have a certain way of showing it." Sōjun explained with mirth. "Saying that, I remember once, they tried to hide from me the fact that Byakuya had neglected his pet turtle when he was about nine, and it died. I heard Byakuya crying in the house and I went to see what was wrong. They didn't know but I overheard my son telling his grandfather about the turtle, the old man was consoling him and telling him that he should have taken better care of his pet. I didn't say anything, but the next day I noticed Byakuya had a new turtle in his aquarium. And that one lived for a few years! I didn't admit I knew about it until he was older."
Ichigo was snickering at the tale, imagining Byakuya as a little kid crying over his pet turtle.
"I guess we pampered Byakuya since he lost his mother when he was five, she died of cancer—maybe we spoiled him," Sōjun explained thoughtfully, sipping his tea.
"I'm sorry about your wife, but I think you did a fine job with your son," Ichigo reassured.
Sōjun smiled softly. "I'm glad you think so, Ichigo. And now he has you—I've never seen him so happy since Hisana."
"She must have been an incredible woman," Ichigo said.
"She was, but she had a rough beginning to life. She never knew her parents who gave her and Rukia up to an orphanage when they were just little. When Hisana grew up, she got a job in a daycare after high school so she could keep her little sister close by. Of course then Byakuya found her and after she passed away, I adopted Rukia as my own."
Ichigo was staring into his cup, "Rukia speaks highly about you, now I can see why."
Sōjun gave a delicate smile. "Byakuya told me what happened to your mother. Life has a way of faltering our steps, trying to knock us down, huh?"
Sighing, Ichigo answered. "It does, but you pick yourself back up and keep moving forward no matter the size of the hurdle."
Sōjun studied Ichigo carefully, his indigo eyes filled with pride. "I see that Byakuya's tastes continue to be incredible."
Ichigo looked away modestly.
The moment got interrupted when the pretty secretary with chestnut brown hair came in to clear away the clutter on Sōjun's desk. She chastised him when she saw a stain on his silk tie. "Kuchiki-sama, just look at yourself—you've ruined your tie." The woman in the simple pink dress went around behind the desk and held out her hand. "Hand it over and I'll try to clean it out," she ordered.
Sōjun was smirking as he slipped his tie off from around his neck and placed it into her palm. "If Ichigo can learn to call me Sōjun why can't you, Chiharu-san?" he complained playfully.
"That would not be appropriate behaviour at work," she told him as if he should already be aware of that.
Sōjun merely chuckled as Chiharu picked up the food containers and placed them into a garbage bag, she had brought along with her. Ichigo sat silently until she left the room.
Then Ichigo commented, "She seems nice."
A rare sparkle lit up Sōjun's eye. "Isn't she? She's forty-one can you believe it? She's only been here a month."
Ichigo was truly impressed. "That's pretty cool." Then it dawned on him, that maybe there was another reason Sōjun had stayed later at the office besides being hungry, aka flirting with the secretary. He chuckled to himself.
"So, I hear you've been working pretty late," Sōjun said. "I must say, you're looking kind of tired." He was drawing his fingertip underneath his own eye, pointing out Ichigo's darker ones.
That brought Ichigo straight up in this chair. "I'm fine," he insisted. "I've been trying to catch up but the paperwork is endless. Not that I'm complaining," he professed quickly.
Sōjun nodded solemnly. "Rule number one: There is no such thing as catching up. There will never be a lack of paperwork, Ichigo. You have to know when to call it quits for the day or you'll burn yourself out."
"I guess so," Ichigo said attentively. "I just want to do a good job for you—since you gave me this opportunity and everything."
Sōjun sat up in his seat, arms on his desk now. He said more seriously. "Ichigo, you have already proven to me what kind of man you are. I've been told you're doing an upstanding job."
Surprised, Ichigo blinked. "Thank you."
There was a curious look on Sōjun's face now, and he leaned in closer watching Ichigo carefully. "So... are you enjoying the job? Are you missing the bakery—getting your hands dirty and all that interesting stuff?"
Ichigo's eyes widened slightly. Was this a baited question? He answered in the best interest of Sōjun Kuchiki, or so he thought. "Of course I'm enjoying this new job, but the bakery was fun, too. Nothing beats getting your hands dirty, right?"
Sōjun just nodded silently.
"Working here is a real honour," Ichigo claimed.
"Listen, one word of advice from a man that's spent way too much time wasting away in an office building—don't forget to live a little. Whatever seems so important today—it will be there tomorrow. Now go home and paint the town red or something, it's Friday." Sōjun twittered at his own joke.
Ichigo stood up. He was smiling now. "You're alright, Sōjun. Thanks!"
The older Kuchiki waved him off. "Ichigo, I want you to know that if you ever got something on your mind, I'm here to listen. So don't be afraid to come talk to me. I don't bite."
"I'll remember that and thanks for dinner," Ichigo told him, still standing in front of the CEO's desk.
Sōjun crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you still doing here?"
Ichigo walked over to the door and opened it. He held up his hand in a goodbye and declared, "Ok, I'm gone."
When Ichigo got home, it was like déjà vu. Ishida was there sitting on the couch playing his shoot 'em up game on high volume, wearing his hospital scrubs. Only this time he plopped himself next to Ishida and picked up the other controller, initiating a two-player game.
As they pulverized evil Nazi's together, Ishida Uryū asked Ichigo, "So how's the new job?"
"Great," Ichigo answered simply.
Ishida glanced quickly at his roommate and then hurriedly back to the game when he noticed a zombie Nazi was gnawing his game character's leg. "And...? That's it?"
"What else do you want me to say?" Ichigo muttered eyes glued to the screen.
"Oh, I dunno," Uryū began derisively, "You had a lot more to say about working at the bakery."
Ichigo groaned. "Why does everyone keep bringing that up? Can't we just play this game? I don't want to think about work right now, I'm trying to live a little." He regurgitated Sōjun's words.
They sat silently for a moment, playing their game. Ishida wore a frown. He'd run into Ichigo a few times this week and each time he didn't want to talk about his new job. In fact, Ichigo acted rather pissy about it every time he brought it up. It had only been a week since he left the bakery and already there was a certain glow missing in Ichigo's eye.
He decided to try a new tactic. "So how's Byakuya?"
This time Ichigo gave a quick smile as he punched the buttons on his game controller. "He's good, I think. I haven't seen him for a few days. Kinda sucks."
"Yeah, I guess it does now that you both work in different places," Ishida offered.
"I think I'm going to go work with him tomorrow." Ichigo announced.
"And waste your day off?"
Ichigo nearly gaped at his best friend. "I don't consider it a waste. I want to be there even if they don't pay me."
Was Ichigo listening to himself? "Surely they'll pay you, but that's not the point. You'd rather spend your free day slaving in a kitchen?"
Ichigo put the game on pause and looked over at Uryū prudently. "Is it weird that I think kitchen work is kind of fun? And that's not because Byakuya is there—he's like a sexy bonus." A sexy double-cream-caramel-sundae-with-a-cherry-on-top kind of bonus, Ichigo thought his mind escaping into the bliss of lewd fantasies. It was automatic when Byakuya was the topic of discussion.
Ishida rolled his eyes at that last part and pushed up his glasses. He tried to keep his voice complacent. "I guess it's not weird if that's what interests you. I mean—it seemed like you were really into it. I dunno, maybe you're not cut out for office work. Have you thought about that?"
"By the holidays I'll have my entire student loan paid off with the money I'm making at this new place," Ichigo reasoned. "I can't just give that up."
Ishida bit his tongue. Ichigo was stubbornly avoiding his question and blindly ignoring what he just said. He knew better than to press the issue, which would only make Ichigo irritated. It was unfortunate that this was one lesson Ichigo would have to learn the hard way.
"Well, I guess it's up to you then," Uryū muttered. "Good luck with that."
Ichigo snorted. "That's it, that's all you're going to tell me?"
"Seriously, you sound like you have it all figured out. That's great, I'm happy for you." Ishida was being smarmy.
Ichigo was scowling now. He felt so frustrated on the inside and he did not understand why. It was like there was a fissure, a crack, growing bigger deep inside his chest, threatening to burst wide open into a raging mess. However, he remained silent. If he said anything, it would be stupid and right now, he did not want to do that. He just wanted to forget about everything until Monday morning when he returned to work.
After a good twenty minutes of tense silent zombie bashing, Ishida mentioned. "You look really tired."
Ichigo had calmed down some and sighed. "I haven't been sleeping well," he admitted.
"Want some sleeping meds? It'll knock you right out."
"I hate that stuff, but thanks doc," Ichigo teased lightly. "I think I'll just try and go to bed early."
"Alright—oh, um... well, I was going to text you about this but since you're actually here, I thought I'd tell you that I have a Saturday night off three weeks from now," Ishida explained, unable to look Ichigo in the eye all the sudden. "I... I just wanted to give you the heads up."
It took a moment to register. Then Ichigo put the game on pause and grinned stupidly at his friend, forgetting all about his own troubles for the moment. "Really...? That's awesome! I'll talk to Rukia tomorrow about her buddy." Then he assured him. "Don't worry so much about it, because I know you, Uryū... you're going to stress out about it. I promise not to embarrass you—no matter what, we'll have a good time. I'll text Chad, too. Cool?"
"Cool," Uryū answered nervously. Then, he asked out of the blue. "Is it really like kissing a girl?"
Ichigo couldn't help himself, he burst out laughing. He laughed uncontrollably partly from his stress and partly because Ishida was finally admitting that, he was beyond curious. Ichigo enjoyed how Uryū sounded so ridiculously vulnerable just now. It was really cute. I won! I finally won! I knew it Uryū! You cannot resist them boys any more than I can. Har!
He clapped a hand on Ishida's shoulder, causing the man's glasses to slide down his nose. "I'd kiss you right now just to prove to you how it's no different than kissing a girl, but I'm so in love with Byakuya there's no way I want to kiss anyone else—sorry buddy," Ichigo chimed goofily.
And for the first time Ishida Uryū didn't blush at Ichigo's nauseating declaration of love for his 'jerk' chef, or at the mention of a kiss between them. "I guess I just have to take your word for it," he replied, chuckling along with his roommate, a huge load off his mind and his chest. It felt good to listen to his heart, now... if only Ichigo would listen to his.
After talking to Ishida about what it was like to kiss men, after they laughed way too much while doing so, Ichigo crawled into his bed as soon as his roommate left for the hospital and passed out nearly as fast as his head hit the pillow. He didn't even wake up when his phone rang and notified him shortly after that he'd gotten a text from Byakuya, who was wondering why he wasn't answering his phone.
Ichigo forgot he still had it on silent mode.
It was the best night sleep he'd had all week. There were no strange bakery dreams, no pervy deliverymen making dirty comments about his boyfriend and no scowling siblings.
A/N: A little insight to Ichigo's job at the office. Teeee! I love writing about Sojun lol! Ishida finally admitted it ;) Thanks for reading! I'd write more but my brain is fried XD! I spent the whole weekend consoling a friend that lost a parent :( So tired and mentally drained! Enjoy!
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