Captains' meetings were usually almost always boring. Once the Seireitei wasn't in a state of panic the meetings were just protocol. They were basically monthly updates on how the divisions were doing, budget reports, supply requests, and training schedules. It was pure torture. It was a good thing that they had to stand through them or Toushiro might have fallen asleep every time. The idea was that if each squad knew what the other was doing then there was less of a chance that something like Aizen would happen again. But it was more tedious than it was helpful in Toushiro's eyes.

On the first day of each month he would grumble from the moment he woke up to the second he was outside the First Division's meeting hall. It was a complete waste of time; he could have been doing twenty things that were more useful.

Ichigo didn't believe him when he said that the meetings were a waste of time. He thought that since they were top secret and restricted only to captains, they had to be exciting. Nothing Toushiro said could convince him otherwise.

Toushiro covered a yawn with his shitagi sleeve and discreetly wiped tiny tears from his eyes. This had to be the worst meeting yet. They'd been in here for almost two hours and had only gotten through five Squads. He was going to fall asleep standing up. Each squad should have a time limit. If they couldn't fit something within five minutes then it wasn't important. He certainly didn't need to know about the Sixth Division's weekly meal schedule; Byakuya was always thorough. Sometimes a bit too thorough.

He covered another yawn and found his gaze wandering to the line of pillars behind the captains across from him. And then he spotted it.

Or rather him.

Ichigo was peeping out from behind one of the pillars, glancing around the room and looking way too happy with himself. Toushiro rolled his eyes, that idiot. He would be in for a shock when he realised that the meeting was just as boring as Toushiro said it was. Though the real matter was how Ichigo had managed to sneak in without anyone noticing. He hadn't been there for long, if he still looked excited about it, but Toushiro hadn't noticed when he came in. He couldn't even feel his reiatsu, come to think of it. He'd need to talk to him about this once they got home. The captain's meetings were private for a reason – and Ichigo had undoubtedly broken a few rules in getting here. Maybe the boringness of the meeting would be punishment enough.

He glared at Ichigo until he glanced in his direction. The moment their eyes met Ichigo blushed and disappeared behind the pillar once more.

...

"You are not worth half the trouble you give me, kurosaki," Toushiro sighed as he sat Ichigo down at the dining table in his quarters. He folded his legs underneath him and propped his elbow up on the smooth wood. The Head-Captain had called Toushiro over right as the meeting had ended and told him to keep his boyfriend on a shorter leash: Ichigo wasn't privy to the meetings and this information – as boring as it was – could not float around the Seireitei for any and everyone to hear. But he couldn't really find himself to care too much. Ichigo had provided some quality entertainment for a few minutes.

Ichigo grinned sheepishly. "Sorry."

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "I told you, you couldn't come for a reason. That stuff is sensitive information."

Ichigo snorted. "Byakuya was telling you guys the squad menu..."

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "Obviously not that."

"Is that what you guys really talk about though?"

"Yes, as ridiculous as it seems, and no matter how much time it wastes."

"I see why you always complain then."

"You should have believed me. Then I wouldn't have to punish you."

"What?"

"The Head-Captain ordered it."

"He did not."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "You weren't supposed to be there."

Ichigo huffed. "You guys were literally talking about lunch."

"You're still in the wrong."

"Fine then, what's the punishment?"

Toushiro looked at the pout on his boyfriend's face and his folded arms. He looked for all like a scolded child. He almost chuckled and managed to ward it off by shaking his head. He stood up and walked around the table, ruffling Ichigo's hair as he passed.

Ichigo craned his neck to watch as he moved to the kitchen and filled a kettle with water. "What's the punishment?" he repeated, eyebrows dipping to a light frown.

Toushiro shrugged as he put the kettle to boil.

"Bathroom duty? Extra training? Do I have to help you with your paperwork? Handle new recruits?"

"All good suggestions."

"Babe, you know I'm not good with suspense."

Toushiro smirked and knelt behind his boyfriend, draping his arms over his shoulders. He pressed a soft kiss to the side of his neck. Ichigo turned his head and brushed his lips against his.

"If you're setting up for a punishment then you're not doing a very good job."

"You're lucky you're cute."

Ichigo grinned and kissed him again.

"I couldn't care less about punishing you. Those meetings are as useless as they are boring," he sighed as they broke apart, "but appearances are appearances, so you'll need to help Matsumoto with her paperwork."

I'm Back! I'm done with school forever, or maybe just a few years, who knows.

Thanks to Azumi Ojima for this prompt and I apologise for the long wait.

Next up we have Corisanna then a guest reader.

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-Mymomomo