[ Ichigo frowns, staring down at Byakuya, nursing his tea like he hadn't left it completely up to dumb luck for Ichigo not to signal that he was still interested. Honest opinion, come on!
With a scoff, he eyes the bench, quickly calculates whether there's enough room for him to sit and be close enough for it to feel satisfying, but far enough away that half Sodai's female student body doesn't go into a fit about boy's love or whatever. There's no really easy solution to that headache yet, and feeling a bit daunted by the realization, Ichigo concludes there won't be in any foreseeable future either. They either have the privacy that they can make for themselves, meaning never at Ichigo's house, or he learns to tolerate being different in just some other way. Shouldn't be new to him, honestly. His shoulders remain up high around his ears and he looks around slowly, as if surveying a battlefield, making those kinds of calls.
When it shouldn't be anything like that anymore.
Turning his head back towards Byakuya, he takes him in, in his slim-fit jeans and long scarf that fits the maple trees and the season. His hair's tied up, but his bangs are still everywhere and frame in his face, his grey eyes. Ichigo's fingers itch to reach up and push it out of there, out of the way. He didn't wait around for a week not to do any of this crap.
Yet, his hands don't move from his sides. His voice, when he speaks again, is quiet, very controlled. He's looking down. ]
Let's not do this here, okay? [ A brief pause, then he signals very lightly around them, shoulders dropping gradually, until he feels less on the fence about everything. He just... ] Don't want to share it with everyone.
[ Recalling that night, last time, he feels himself flushing slightly and bends his neck lower, more or less trying to hide in his hair. It's not a perfect plan, especially since Byakuya is sitting down and can look right up into his face, but it's gonna have to do. ]
[ Ichigo looks at the spot on the bench next to Byakuya, scoffing and looking decidedly tenser than the situation truly calls for - it's a bench, not a fight - but watching the other man now, you wouldn't necessarily know it. His gaze goes back to Byakuya after a moment, looking him over before he tells him that he'd rather not do this here, his stance hard. Then, he drops his gaze. For a second, just a second, Byakuya's mind flashes back to Hisana asking him in that soft, bird-like voice of hers for his forgiveness, I am such an embarrassment for you, not for anything she'd done but for the glares she'd draw from his family just for drawing breath in their vicinity.
She fought a different battle, certainly, but a battle all the same. His chest tightens. Looking Ichigo over for a short moment, he gets to his feet in front of him. ]
Of course not.
[ He looks around briefly. Though people aren't actively gawking, he can see groups of girls in particular, eying Ichigo from the walkway he's just left, whispering and giggling amongst each other. He doesn't know much about human culture - for instance, it took him a while (meaning several dinners at Rukia's and Renji's, listening to their idle conversations) to understand that Ichigo's hair is, apparently, an issue in the world of the living. As if he doesn't stand out enough already, with everything he's been burdened with throughout the years. Humans have such peculiar priorities.
And even in Sereitei, being intimate in public in any capacity would be frowned upon.
He steps close enough for their shoulders to brush, lingering for just a second too long to make it seem accidental and starts down the road slowly, leisurely. ]
I have a booked a room. I didn't think your home would be appropriate.
[ It's said flatly, but without any malice. Ichigo knows and respects his dad, his dad's methods and besides, his sisters have grown up right, usual teen behaviour or not. Sure, his dad's way of doing things isn't perfect but it's kept things running for more than a decade now.
They've all done the best they could, without her. Once more, Ichigo thinks of the flowers that Byakuya has continuously had exchanged with new ones in the vase on the bench in his garden. Like a shrine away from home.
Who knows, maybe Ichigo will be going to Soul Society more often now as well, what with... He looks at Byakuya who has gotten to his feet, starting down the road, moving so close by Ichigo that their shoulder's brushed. Ichigo follows, adding, softer: ]
Would be a shame. I like it.
[ All respect aside, Isshin is still gonna beat Ichigo up for sleeping around with a guy, first, and then he's gonna beat Byakuya up for being that guy. Going somewhere else than home seems a good call.
Byakuya has gotten good at those. Better.
Ichigo catches up to him in five steps, falling into line next to him wordlessly. Close enough that every other step, their shoulders brush. ]
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With a scoff, he eyes the bench, quickly calculates whether there's enough room for him to sit and be close enough for it to feel satisfying, but far enough away that half Sodai's female student body doesn't go into a fit about boy's love or whatever. There's no really easy solution to that headache yet, and feeling a bit daunted by the realization, Ichigo concludes there won't be in any foreseeable future either. They either have the privacy that they can make for themselves, meaning never at Ichigo's house, or he learns to tolerate being different in just some other way. Shouldn't be new to him, honestly. His shoulders remain up high around his ears and he looks around slowly, as if surveying a battlefield, making those kinds of calls.
When it shouldn't be anything like that anymore.
Turning his head back towards Byakuya, he takes him in, in his slim-fit jeans and long scarf that fits the maple trees and the season. His hair's tied up, but his bangs are still everywhere and frame in his face, his grey eyes. Ichigo's fingers itch to reach up and push it out of there, out of the way. He didn't wait around for a week not to do any of this crap.
Yet, his hands don't move from his sides. His voice, when he speaks again, is quiet, very controlled. He's looking down. ]
Let's not do this here, okay? [ A brief pause, then he signals very lightly around them, shoulders dropping gradually, until he feels less on the fence about everything. He just... ] Don't want to share it with everyone.
[ Recalling that night, last time, he feels himself flushing slightly and bends his neck lower, more or less trying to hide in his hair. It's not a perfect plan, especially since Byakuya is sitting down and can look right up into his face, but it's gonna have to do. ]
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She fought a different battle, certainly, but a battle all the same. His chest tightens. Looking Ichigo over for a short moment, he gets to his feet in front of him. ]
Of course not.
[ He looks around briefly. Though people aren't actively gawking, he can see groups of girls in particular, eying Ichigo from the walkway he's just left, whispering and giggling amongst each other. He doesn't know much about human culture - for instance, it took him a while (meaning several dinners at Rukia's and Renji's, listening to their idle conversations) to understand that Ichigo's hair is, apparently, an issue in the world of the living. As if he doesn't stand out enough already, with everything he's been burdened with throughout the years. Humans have such peculiar priorities.
And even in Sereitei, being intimate in public in any capacity would be frowned upon.
He steps close enough for their shoulders to brush, lingering for just a second too long to make it seem accidental and starts down the road slowly, leisurely. ]
I have a booked a room. I didn't think your home would be appropriate.
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[ It's said flatly, but without any malice. Ichigo knows and respects his dad, his dad's methods and besides, his sisters have grown up right, usual teen behaviour or not. Sure, his dad's way of doing things isn't perfect but it's kept things running for more than a decade now.
They've all done the best they could, without her. Once more, Ichigo thinks of the flowers that Byakuya has continuously had exchanged with new ones in the vase on the bench in his garden. Like a shrine away from home.
Who knows, maybe Ichigo will be going to Soul Society more often now as well, what with... He looks at Byakuya who has gotten to his feet, starting down the road, moving so close by Ichigo that their shoulder's brushed. Ichigo follows, adding, softer: ]
Would be a shame. I like it.
[ All respect aside, Isshin is still gonna beat Ichigo up for sleeping around with a guy, first, and then he's gonna beat Byakuya up for being that guy. Going somewhere else than home seems a good call.
Byakuya has gotten good at those. Better.
Ichigo catches up to him in five steps, falling into line next to him wordlessly. Close enough that every other step, their shoulders brush. ]