Bleach - Renji/Ichigo - sleepover - spending the night at the Kurosaki household
This is why I don't write humor. -_-;
Ichigo stumbled downstairs, lightning showing enough of the room that he didn’t bother turning on a lamp before opening the door.
Renji’s gigai dripped rain onto the Kurosaki family’s welcome mat. “He kicked me out.”
Ichigo closed the door a little more, hearing the thump of little feet pounding down the stairs. Renji shrugged as Ichigo tried to block him from the family’s view and Yuzu made these big worried eyes behind him. “Look—it’s the middle of the night,” Ichigo patiently tried to explain. “My little sisters are here, I mean, you can’t just—“
“NIICHAN!!!” Rukia caroled, coming down the stairs behind him. “YOU FINALLY FOUND ME, AFTER WANDERING ALL ALONE IN THE WORLD AFTER WE WERE OPHANED AND SEPARATED FOR SO LONG!!!” The stupid old man was crying, yelling something back at Rukia about the beauty of families, and how he couldn’t bear to lose his new daughter so soon, so OF COURSE her brother could stay. Ichigo needed a good influence!
“I hate you,” Ichigo said, heading back down the hall to where the towels were kept as Renji followed and let his stupid inside slippers make muddy squelching noises all the way down the hall. “I hate you kind of a lot right now. Just so you know.”
“I couldn’t help it—“Renji started. Ichigo threw a towel at him, and Yuzu knocked, holding out one of the clinic-yukatas. “You need anything else, Ichi-nii?” She asked, quietly, eyes darting over at their guest. “I could bring up some extra blankets to your room?”
Ichigo stared at her. “What? Just drop him in the clinic! He doesn’t have to--”
“But the clinic is full!” Yuzu was giving him that look again. Her lip wobbled.
“S’ok—I can just sleep in your closet, right? No problem.”
“Nope! That’s my room, Nii-chan,” Rukia laughed, reaching over Yuzu to steal Renji’s shirt. “You wouldn’t suggest anything indecent, right?” Yuzu squeaked and ducked out of the room as Renji scrambled into the yukata. Ichigo manfully refrained from banging his head against the bathroom wall.
“Look—I don’t care. I’m going upstairs. Sleep wherever you want. I don’t care.” Rukia smiled at him in a way he was pretty sure would worry him if he were awake, but kept her mouth shut, so Ichigo figured it was safe at the moment to make his escape, so he went upstairs and crawled into bed while he could.
***
Ichigo was warm. His pillow curved just right under his neck, soft and silky and warm, and felt just about perfect after having been up half the night. He snuggled a little closer to it and wondered why he was even awake enough to notice.
“But! He’s never even brought a GIRL home before!” Yuzu. Yuzu was all upset about something? Man—it was way too early to have to get up and kill the old man. He rolled over--must have kicked a roll of blankets on the side of the bed or something—and tossed a leg over it, burying his face deeper in the pillow.
“No way! You don’t understand; this is great! Now we’ll have TWO highschoolers to blackmail into being on our soccer team!” Karen was excited and Yuzu was all upset? This… probably wasn’t good. Maybe even not good enough to wake up for. Somehow, though, when he pushed open one bleary eye, all he could see was red and cream and black squiggles. Wasn’t his pillow blue?
“Whadd’ya want, Babe?” It… rumbled, in a way that Ichigo wasn’t going to think about how much he liked. Wait.
“Renji? RENJI!” Ichigo took a flying leap out of bed that landed his back against the closet door across the way. “Wha---what’re you---!!!” High-pitched laughter floated out from his closet as Renji groaned incoherently and put his head in his hands.
“ICHI-NII! HOW COULD YOU? YOU’RE NOT EVEN MARRIED!” Yuzu collapsed in his doorway sobbing.