At the Urahara store, everyone was lazying around for the summer. That includes Jinta and Ururu sweeping the floor, Orihime sitting by the fan, Chad sipping his coffee and other things. Even the 'freeloader' was lying on the floor. [Renji: HEY!]
Ichigo was talking about some things with Urahara-san, as they were both sitting on the floor with tea in Ichigo's hands, and a paper fan in Urahara-san's hands. The days were actually peaceful, and even the arguing Jinta and Renji was something to laugh about.
[name] supported her tired head with her hand on the table, and stared at nowhere. Then something perked her interest. Ichigo's hair. Why was it orange? Why did people bully Ichigo for it? Is it fluffy? Is it rough? So many questions regarding Ichigo's hair got her so interested in it that her hands began to reach up and roam the field of orange.
To her surprise, it was rather fluffy, despite its spikey appearance.
?!" Ichigo jumped, blushing at feel of her hands. He looked up to see [name] massaging his scalp and prodding at the silky hair with her soft, small hands.
"So fwuffy~" [name] drawled out melodiously. Then she placed her arms on it and leaned on it, sleeping on the patches of orange, much to Ichigo's surprise. Under the roof, which was under the burning sun, [name] fell asleep on top of a rather fluffy orange hair on top of a burning Ichigo.
Extended Ending:
"Oh? Kurosaki-san, are you perhaps blushing?"
"I-It's not like THAT!"
And that brought a smirk on Urahara's face.