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“you’re spacing again, dickhead.” a gruff voice cut the cloudy thoughts, blue hair tickling against ichigo’s bared neck.
“yea, sorry.” he apologizes, limply lifting the arm currently wrapped around grimmjow to rub his eye.
“the fuck’re you sorry for?” grimmjow rises from beside the ginger, eyes narrowed. “didn’t do anything.” voice thick with drowsiness and head propped on a hand.
ichigo shrugs, pondering. “dunno. a habit, i guess.” he pulls his shirt down, now hanging loosely over stomach. thick pale scars laying under his pectorals aching in the rain.
“you gonna call me over every time it rains, dickhead?” grimmjow complains from his position snuggled into ichigo’s side. the ginger hums, a throaty noise, a melancholic smile on his face.
“maybe. no. probably.” indecisive, he pulls the curtains down, hiding the drizzle now constantly pouring down his window and sending drafts of cold air into his room.
“fuck you.” grimmjow huffs, noncommittally biting into ichigo’s stomach. the man squeals, pushing the others face away with loud laugh and complaint.
the two face off, staring each other down in a deep silence, rain pouring outside the window next to ichigo. grimmjow tackles ichigo into the bed, pinning him down.
“you bitch.” ichigo spits, smiling all the same.
“you love me for it.” grimmjow grins, sharp teeth glinting in twilight.