Chapter 7

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The chirping ring from Ichigo's bag woke him out of a pleasant, dozing sleep. Slithering off the bed, he pushed away Shiro's grasping hands as he dug around beneath his books. Stifling a yawn, he answered and heard Yuzu's voice on the other end.

"Are you coming home for dinner?"

Glancing at his watch, Ichigo clapped a hand across his eyes. It was later than he thought it would be. "Yeah, I'll be there in a little bit. Could you set an extra place please?"

Her voice brightened at the thought of company. "Are you brining Shirosaki with you?" Yuzu had become quite attached to him after his first visit. She'd asked about him a couple of times when Ichigo was home this past week.

"If he wakes up." Glancing over at the pale figure that huddled under the blankets, Ichigo poked him with his free hand. He merely grumbled and snuggled deeper.

"Is he not feeling well?"

Ichigo smirked and tried not to snort into the phone. "He's fine."

"I'll see you both later then."

Clicking the phone shut, Ichigo pulled the blanket aside. "If you can drag yourself up, you can come to my house for dinner."

A golden eye peeked out of the sheets. "Really?" Orange brows rose at the surprise in his voice. He'd practically invited himself the first time. Why would this be such a big deal? "Yeah. Yuzu even asked about you." Shiro pulled the sheets away from his face and sat up. He seemed a little bewildered before he shook himself and sighed. "That would be nice. Thanks."

Ichigo smiled. "No problem." Looking down, he saw that he was still naked. It didn't even occur to him until just now. He blinked up at Shiro for a moment before picking up his clothes and heading to the bathroom. He'd expected to feel a little embarrassed about it but for some reason, he was actually pretty comfortable. In the mirror, he saw a pale reflection follow him through the door with a familiar grin on its face. Turning around he put his hand against Shiro's chest.

"You want to save time and water with one shower, fine. But don't even think about anything else." He still ached a little from earlier. It was a nice, tired feeling but he didn't think he was up for anything else today. Shiro merely laughed and turned on the hot water. But not before sliding a hand around and squeezing Ichigo's butt. He held up his arms in surrender when brown eyes glared at him. "Alright, alright. Can't blame me though."

They managed to get clean and dressed with only a few distractions. Ichigo put his school uniform back on while Shiro changed into some street clothes. He noticed that they had a lot of the same taste in clothing as he watched him pull a sweatshirt on over his slim jeans and a tight tee.

"Ready?"

"Sure. I'm looking forward to it actually. You're sister's a great cook."

As they headed out, one of the guys who hung around came up to get their attention. Well, Shiro's attention anyway. He handed him a slip of paper, and Ichigo watched his expression darken slightly. He crumpled the message and threw it at the wall. It bounced harmlessly to the floor and lay forgotten.

"What was that all about?"

Shiro looked up at him and shrugged. "Nothing really." He looked over at the waiting messenger and shook his head. Ichigo was curious, but not enough to push. When it came down to it, he didn't really know Shirosaki all that well. There was a small twinge of discomfort at the thought. But he dismissed it. His instincts weren't really warning him about anything in particular, so it should be fine. He'd never really been wrong before when it came to that.

They walked in a comfortable silence on the way back to Ichigo's house. He was glad that the albino seemed to hate small talk as much as he did. When they got there, Yuzu greeted them from the kitchen. Karin grunted from where she sat on the couch in front the television and their dad poked his head in from the clinic. They all seemed genuinely pleased to see Shiro which made him blink slightly in surprise. Again, Ichigo noticed and wondered what he was thinking. But overall, he was just happy that they seemed to like him. Their relationship would be much easier to deal with that way.

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