Toushiro had been looking a bit more stressed out than usual lately. He usually had all his shit together in a way that Ichigo couldn't even fathom. Being frazzled was Ichigo's thing, so he had never expected to see his boyfriend frantically jumping from one assignment to the next and scrambling to get things done. He didn't know what to say or do, especially since Toushiro hadn't answered his good-morning almost ten minutes ago. He hadn't even acknowledged Ichigo's presence in the room yet. So, Ichigo sat down on the couch and waited.

Nearly twenty minutes passed before Toushiro glanced to him, did a double take, and then frowned.

"When did you get here?"

Ichigo scratched the back of his neck, "Uhhh, half an hour ago..."

Toushiro blinked slowly and sighed.

"Are you okay, babe?"

"Just busy," Toushiro answered shaking his head. "I don't know how I'm going to get everything done by the deadline."

Ichigo tilted his head. "Really? You usually have all your ducks lined up in a row."

Toushiro narrowed his eyes. "Yeah, well shit happens," he snapped. He pushed his hair from his forehead. "Sorry, Ichigo, but I really don't have time to waste now."

Ichigo shook his head, "Okay, well I guess I'll check on you later..." he trailed off when he realised that Toushiro was no longer listening. He shook his head as he left the office, there wasn't much he could do to help Toushiro. He'd just need to make sure he wasn't going to skip meals or anything.

Ichigo returned to the office at six; it was no surprise to see Toushiro still working. He was scribbling frantically on a sheet of paper; his usual neat handwriting had turned near illegible with small flecks of ink between the kanji. There was even an ink smudge on one of his temples and a streak through his hair. Ichigo took a quick picture with his cell for future use – because his boyfriend was too damn cute with messy hair and ink on his face, even though he was stressed out. Then he walked over to the desk and set down a boxed dinner with a loud thump. Toushiro jumped slightly and looked up in confusion.

"Is it that time already?" he asked, slight panic tinged his voice.

Ichigo nodded and he dragged a hand down his face.

"You should take a break to eat."

"Can't."

"Shiro."

"I don't have the time."

Ichigo scoffed picked up the chop sticks. "I'll feed you, if you don't do it yourself."

Toushiro scowled at him then quickly shovelled down half of the meal before pushing it to the side and going back to work.

Ichigo decided that there were some battles that he wasn't up to fighting. So, he did the next best thing and tried to make sure that Toushiro didn't overwork himself. Rangiku had told him that Toushiro had been like this for a couple of days already, so he went over to his quarters to set things up for the night. He deserved a back rub at least, and a proper meal. Maybe he could convince him to relax in the bath house for a few hours.

But Toushiro didn't come back to his quarters that night. Ichigo waited until eleven before he went to the tenth's office to drag his workaholic boyfriend to bed. He wasn't surprised to find Toushiro face down on his desk.

"Oh, Shiro..." he sighed, going over to wake him up.

Toushiro groaned when he shook him then groggily sat up. Ichigo tried not to chuckle at his expression.

"It's time for bed, baby," he grinned.

Toushiro blinked a few times. "Ichigo?"

"Yeah?"

"Wha-what're you doin'?" he slurred.

"Taking you to bed..." He raised an eyebrow when Toushiro looked around frowning slightly.

"M'kay." His head lolled to his shoulder.

Ichigo frowned; he had expected a little more fight. But Toushiro looked like he was really out of it. He guided Toushiro from his chair, chuckling softly as he swayed in exhaustion.

"Easy, babe, geez," he scoffed, catching him before he could bump into the corner of his desk. "How many times have you pulled an all-nighter this week?"

Toushiro blinked lazily and looked up at him. Tilting his head back seemed to be too much for him, however, and he tipped backwards. Ichigo caught him before he could fall over and picked him up. Toushiro instantly buried his face into his neck.

"You smell nice," he slurred.

Then Ichigo smelt the saké.

"Ohhhhhhhhh... gods Shiro," he groaned, "You're drunk."

Toushiro pulled away from Ichigo's neck. "'M not."

"Where did you..." he sighed, Rangiku's stash. Of course Toushiro knew where she hid all her alcohol. "Geez, you should tell me when you're that stressed out; you really shouldn't be drinking by yourself. How much did you even have?"

Toushiro blinked and Ichigo almost didn't believe his eyes when his bottom lip began to tremble.

"'M sorry." His eyes grew wet at a terrifyingly rapid pace.

Ichigo winced. "It's okay, baby. Let's just get you home."

Toushiro pressed his face to Ichigo's neck again. "I didn't mean to make you angry."

"I'm not angry," he sighed, and gently patted Toushiro's back. "Why were you drinking? I thought you hated alcohol."

Toushiro hiccupped, "Too much work."

"And you thought getting drunk would make it better?"

"I thought you said you weren't mad!" Toushiro pulled away, looking surprisingly distressed and almost managed to topple out of Ichigo's arms.

"Hey! Easy," Ichigo exclaimed, "Let's not get hurt, okay?"

Toushiro hung his head and Ichigo sighed loudly. "Okay, I get it; you were stressed out and you needed something to help." He smoothed a lock of hair from Toushiro's forehead and briefly pressed his lips to his cheek.

Toushiro nodded. "I didn't drink that much... three or four." He leaned against Ichigo's chest.

Ichigo shook his head. He knew Toushiro had basically no alcohol tolerance and four straight glasses of saké were bound to mess him up. He didn't even think Toushiro knew anything about chasers.

"You'll be feeling that tomorrow."

Toushiro mumbled something incoherent.

"What was that?"

"Don't tell anyone. 'M not supposed to get drunk... they'll laugh at me."

Ichigo sighed. Rangiku wouldn't let him live it down if she found out, so he could understand the sentiment, and Toushiro already got teased enough as it was. But it wouldn't be a long shot to tell everyone that he worked himself sick when he would up hungover. He clicked his tongue wondering who exactly he could round up to help finish Toushiro's paperwork tomorrow... and prevent him from doing this again in the future.

Thanks to Airaly for this one. Haven't done drunk Toushiro in a while even though I might have deviated from the prompt a bit.

Up next is Reflet then Maria.

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