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Ichigo was clutching a pillow for dear life as he watched the screen. His eyes were glued to it and Grimmjow’s eyes were glued to him.
Grimmjow watched Ichigo's mixed expressions before his eyes turned back to the screen. Nothing was really even happening except for people talking. They were just talking. Sure, they were making funny voices and gesturing wildly at times, but that was the extent of it.
"Holy shiiiit." Ichigo gasped and leaned forward, actually cheering when he heard the DM asking for his group to roll initiative.
"Okay, I don't understand. What's happening?" Grimmjow grumbled and nudged his boyfriend. They usually snuggled up on the couch but Ichigo had been really into...whatever he was watching recently.
"They're being forced to fight their friend who used to be someone else before he lost his memory but then he died and now the former person is back in his body and it's just…" Ichigo actually gave a pouty face and Grimmjow stared in fascination.
"What the shit, Kurosaki?" He pushed his boyfriend off the couch and onto the floor. "You're making even less sense."
Ichigo yelped and kicked Grimmjow's shin. "Asshole." He huffed and got back up on the couch. "It's a good show, okay? Dungeons and Dragons is so fucking fun."
Grimmjow's brows furrowed as he vaguely remembered flashes from his human life. Seeing people around a table having fun. He shook his head and glanced at Ichigo. "Do you play it?"
"Huh? I used to. Haven't really found the time lately." He shrugged and got back on the couch, laying his head on Grimmjow's lap, eyes on the screen.
Long fingers carded through Ichigo's hair. "What's so interesting about it?"
"You can be anyone you want to be. I can save the world without actually having to do so." Ichigo snorted and gave a weary grin. "Plus it gives me an excuse to see my friends more often."
Grimmjow hummed and flicked his boyfriend's forehead. "Want to teach me sometime?"
Ichigo's eyes lit up and he grinned. "Really? You'd play with me and my friends?"
"Ugh. Yes, sure. If it would make you happy." He huffed and pushed him onto the floor once more. "I'm going to go shower."
Ichigo laughed as he watched Grimmjow meander away. His lover would regret those words.
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"So! How did you enjoy your first D&D session, Grimmjow?" Kisuke grinned, waving his fan.
"It was alright. I wish it could be more physical or something." Grimmjow made an annoyed face as Kisuke leaned in close, as swatted at the old man and glared.
"We could always dress up!" Yoruichi popped her head up to Grimmjow who swatted at her face next. "Dibs on helping Grimmjow dress up though!"
Ichigo scowled. "Don't do anything weird to him, Yoruichi. I would like him back in one piece."
"Cats like us stick together, Ichigo." She grinned, avoiding another swat from the arrancar.
Ichigo made the most unimpressed face he could ever give and looked back at Kisuke. "Next week?" He reached over and grabbed Grimmjow’s wrist, ready to leave.
"Next week. Then your characters meet Orihime's and Chad's characters. I'll make sure they dress up as well." The grin on the old shopkeep's face was making Ichigo's gut twist but he ignored it in favor of following his battle hungry lover to the bunker.
"Oh, this is going to be fun." Yoruichi rubbed her hands together. "Go all out on the costumes, Kisuke."
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Ichigo had barely seen his boyfriend all week. Yoruichi had continually catnapped him to, 'make the perfect costume'.
He felt odd in his thrown together aasimar wear. He had some party depot wings and some scales drawn on his neck and shoulders by his sisters.
Orihime looked like a beautiful ethereal elf and Chad's half-orc costume was top notch, but Grimmjow was yet to appear with Yoruichi.
Speaking of, Yoruichi in cat form walked in, tail in the air and padding to her spot with pride. "Behold, the tiefling of our group, Grimmjow." She gestured and Ichigo's jaw fell right to the floor.
Grimmjow was in a long leather duster, a fake tail swishing behind him, the color of cobalt. His skin had been painted the same cobalt color and it brought out his striking eyes and slicked back baby blue hair. The best part of the ensemble however was the two curling, obsidian horns from the top of Grimmjow's head.
"Pick your jaw up off the floor, Kurosaki. We have a game to play." Grimmjow's canines glinted as he grinned like a feral animal.
Ichigo couldn't stop staring. Not even as they played their game of Dungeons and Dragons. His eyes kept trailing over the horns and impeccable make-up on his boyfriend.
He wasn't sure if his brain was going through some stages of grief at realizing he may have a thing for costumes? Or was it just Grimmjow in costumes? What about his resurreccion? Did he find that attractive too? Well now he was thinking about it and oh- yeah. He needed to stop that train of thought before it led to an uncomfortable happening in his pants.
Why did sessions have to take so long? Ichigo just wanted to get his boyfriend home and do some unspeakable things to him in that outfit.
"You seem a bit distracted, Kurosaki. Something wrong?" Grimmjow smirked about halfway through their session and that fucker definitely knew what he was doing.
"Nope." Ichigo's voice cracked only a little but he'd deny it. "Perfectly fine."
Two more hours passed with everyone having fun, even Grimmjow. Kisuke finally ended their session and no one was surprised when Ichigo snatched his boyfriend's wrist and yelled his goodbyes, flying out the door.
Grimmjow was laughing at Ichigo's expense. "You sure you're okay?"
"Just want to get you home." Ichigo huffed and punched his arm.
"Oh yeah. They're starting campaign three today right? We should make sure we watch it before anything else." Grimmjow taunted Ichigo, poking his side mercilessly.
"I swear to all that is holy that if we don't go to the bedroom immediately, I will never ever make you sushi again." Ichigo snarled, only making Grimmjow laugh harder.
Ichigo would eventually wrack his brain later as they sat and watched Ichigo's favorite streamers play their third campaign. Was it the costume? Was he a furry if he liked Grimmjow's resurreccion? Fuck it. He didn't care as long as he got to see Grimmjow smile as much as he had today while playing some Dungeons and Dragons.