Toushiro pulled on one of Ichigo sweaters. It fell to his mid thigh and the sleeves flopped past his fingertips. Ichigo hoarded sweaters. There were athletic ones, wool ones, thin, cotton ones, chunky knitted ones, and a few cardigans. He had fancy ones with floppy turtle-necks and buttons, ones with hideous patterns, and ones that were a soft as cotton candy.

Toushiro chose one of the softest ones he could find, a cream one with maroon stitching. It was a gloomy day out, the winter chill had finally begun to settle into the earth, and they hadn't planned on doing anything today. He pulled the neck to his nose and breathed in deeply; Ichigo's clothes almost smelt spicy; like cinnamon and fire. He smiled as he rolled the sleeves back a few times and glanced at his sleeping boyfriend. It was still too early for him to wake up, so Toushiro decided to get started on breakfast.

Omelettes were simple enough to make, and Ichigo didn't have ingredients for anything else. As he slid the second one from the frying pan he felt a strong arm wrap around his waist.

"That's a beautiful sight, but try not to get my sweater dirty, please," Ichigo mumbled placing his chin on the top of Toushiro's head.

"I won't."

Ichigo buried his nose in his hair. "Why do you always go straight for my clothes anyway?"

He shrugged one shoulder. "It was cold."

"And yet you're not wearing pants."

"Your pants don't fit me."

"What about your pants?"

"I don't want to wear my pants."

Ichigo chuckled. "And that's why I need so many clothes; my wardrobe has to dress two people."

"Make some tea." Toushiro said as he set the two omelettes on the table and opened one of the cupboards to grab a loaf of bread. But, even stretching up on his tip toes he couldn't reach the shelf. He huffed in annoyance. "Ichigo."

Ichigo glanced over his shoulder, eyeing the open cupboard and the bread on the top shelf. "You can reach that."

Toushiro folded his arms across his chest. "Fine then. No toast."

Ichigo spooned one last bit of leaves into the teapot then turned around with a wide grin on his face. "You're so tiny."

Toushiro scowled. "I made you breakfast."

"It's not an insult, but you are wearing my sweater as a dress."

"Just get the bread, idiot."

He chuckled again and crossed the kitchen in a few quick strides. Toushiro scowled when he barely had to stretch to reach the top shelf. He held the bread aloft and with a wicked grin stepped backwards. Toushiro sighed.

"I'm not playing this game, Ichigo. Give it."

He shook his head.

"The eggs will go cold."

He just smiled. Toushiro pushed himself from the counter and took a menacing step towards him.

"Ichigo," he growled then sighed heavily. His boyfriend was such a child sometimes. He jumped, fingers brushing Ichigo's biceps, but he just extended his arm into the air. "Ichigo!"

There was no way he was getting the bread by jumping; Ichigo had nearly two feet on him. Growling softly, he braced his hands on Ichigo's shoulders and jumped. Ichigo hadn't expected that and stumbled backwards, bumping into the counter as his free arm instantly hooked under Toushiro's thighs. Toushiro tightly wrapped his legs around his waist.

"Are you climbing me?"

"Yes, now give me the damn bread."

Ichigo chuckled, placing the bread on the counter behind him and placed his other hand under Toushiro's butt. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to Toushiro's. Toushiro sighed softly through his nose before tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss. Ichigo hoisted him higher against his abdomen and Toushiro wrapped his arms around his neck.

"You know, you could have just asked for a good morning kiss," Toushiro mumbled when they parted. He rested his head against Ichigo's neck and breathed in deeply.

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