'P' is for Pound
"Get off of me, you oaf; I can't breathe."
Ichigo groaned and tiredly rolled onto his side.
"You're going to crush me one of these days."
"We could always try a new position."
'Q' is for Quilt
Ichigo fell asleep one night in the Tenth division office while Toushiro was doing his work. Lately he had been spending a lot of his time in the Tenth's office. He had found himself attracted to the small captain and wanted to spend time with him to see where things would lead him. He was glad that Toushiro didn't mind his presence or constant chatting and even humoured him from time to time.
The redhead woke up the next morning with a heavy quilt thrown over his shoulders. He grinned, Toushiro could act as cold as he wanted, but deep down he knew that the small captain cared. However, Toushiro was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't at his usual place at his desk – though, there were signs that he had been hard at work. It was still pretty early, Ichigo noted, and his still sluggish mind did not see any problems so he drifted back to sleep.
"Hey, wake up."
Someone was poking Ichigo's shoulder. He groaned and slowly sat up. His neck felt weird from spending the night on a couch, so he rolled his neck and shoulders in an attempt to work the kinks out.
"Here, drink."
A cup of steaming, sweet smelling liquid was shoved under his nose. The warm water vapour felt nice against his face. He stifled a yawn and opened his bleary eyes. Toushiro stood in front of him holding a mug to Ichigo's face. He stared impatiently as Ichigo woke up his reluctant body.
"What is it?" Ichigo asked taking the cup and sniffing the contents.
"Hot chocolate. I heard you liked the stuff." Toushiro said and averted his eyes.
Ichigo had to struggle to hide the wide grin that nearly split his face in half. "Wow, thanks, Toushiro."
He moved to his desk. "It's Captain Hitsugaya, and don't mention it."
Only two this time because 'R' turned into a straight-out novel.
-Mymomomo