Blind - All - Time - Low3st - Bleach (Archive of Our Own)
Blind - All - Time - Low3st - Bleach (Archive of Our Own)
Blind - All - Time - Low3st - Bleach (Archive of Our Own)
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Rating:
Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning:
No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
M/M
Fandom:
Bleach
Relationship:
Hitsugaya Toushirou/Kurosaki Ichigo
Characters:
Hitsugaya Toushirou, Kurosaki Ichigo
Additional Tags:
light TYBW spoilers, Poor Self Care, Hurt/Comfort,
canon sort of compliant, don't quote me
Language:
English
Stats:
Published: 2021-01-26 Words: 3,079 Chapters:
1/1 Comments: 5 Kudos: 107 Bookmarks: 21
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All_time_low3st
Summary:
(TYBW spoilers)
Notes:
Me? Writing rare pair bleach fanfic in
2020?
More likely than you'd think.
"You look like shit." Toshiro looks up, rubbing at his eyes,
trying to make the three Ichigo's standing in his doorway
merge back into one.
"See, it'd be fine if you only looked like shit. But you feel
like shit too. Your spiritual pressure is in the toilet."
Toshiro presses his palms into his eyes, letting his pen
clatter on the desktop. His head is pounding, his brain
doing somersaults against his skull, the pressure pulsing
behind his eyes.
"If you stall I'll stick you in an ice cube and do my work
anyway." The lax look on Kurosaki's face wipes away, his
eyebrows lowering and his jaw setting at a sharp angle.
He looks older than the last time Toshiro remembers
seeing him.
"I don't even think you could hold me right now Toshiro."
Ichigo actually isn't one hundred percent confident in
that assumption, but he's confident enough. Confident
enough to risk it versus risking what might happen if he
walks away now. He doesn't know why Toshiro would
listen to him when he's apparently not listening to
anyone else, but he's not above trying. He does care
about Toshiro. That's why he's here.
"And if all I have is a shikai and half assed Kido I'm also
dead. Thank you for the revelations."
"Oh I plan to. When was the last time you ate?"
He's fine.
He has to be fine.
He tugs the ends of his hair into a short tie at the base of
his neck, the strands puffing out but not stuck to his skin
anymore. "I don't eat here much." Mostly, he goes into
the office early. Half the days Matsumoto drags him out
to breakfast, the other half he does morning brief over
his squad members while they're munching on bagels.
"Look, I'm sorry I'm being a pain, but Tosh, we're all
worried about you. Rangiku has been by the house ten
times in the last month, talking about you, even Momo
made her way down. I thought maybe they were
exaggerating, but now you're scaring the shit out of me
too."
"I don't really know why they thought I was the best one
to send in, we don't even know each other that well,"
Kurosaki shifts and chuckles dryly, his nervousness
showing through even though Toshiro doesn't actually
look at him.
"You aren't. You look like I could snap your forearm like a
toothpick and a breeze could knock you over. I don't
know what kind of training you've been doing, but you're
spiritual pressure is barely hanging on."
"Eat. Then we'll talk about how for a genius you're acting
like an idiot." Toshiro rolls his eyes, eyes fluttering when
it causes some more dizziness. He's handed a small plate
of something and he doesn't even look at it before he
starts munching on it, his stomach coming alive when
the first bite hits it.
Shit.
"Did dad ever tuck you in?" Ichigo asks and Toshiro just
manages to send a withering glare his way.
"Just gonna make sure you stay in the bed." Ichigo holds
up his hands as if in surrender, but he doesn't move.
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