return trip

Urahara store.

Ichigo opened the door and looked in. There was only one lamp lit in the room. When he looked in, there was no one else, only Urahara sitting at the low table, holding a slightly yellow wine glass with three fingers. Hearing the movement at the door, he Filling the wine glass that had been prepared earlier with sake, the smile appeared mysterious under the dim light.

Ichigo sat down next to him generously, picked up the wine glass and smelled it, the not so pungent smell of wine, Urahara stared at her lips, pursed them tightly, like a shell, and tentatively exposed himself to others , revealing the immature soft meat.

"Ahem——Sure enough, I still can't get used to this kind of thing." The wine entered his throat, as if setting a fire in his internal organs, scorching every part of his body.

Urahara smiled and stretched out his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of her mouth with his thumb. Ichigo held his wrist and swallowed hard, but there was still a faint taste of wine in his mouth.

"Miss Kurosaki, at this time, appeared in a man's room and drank the wine he poured." Urahara spoke slowly, as if to leave room for thinking, "And now you are grabbing his hand, you know this Does it mean something?"

Ichigo's body was stiff for a moment, her heart was beating fast, she looked up to see the other person's expression, only to find that the other person was always staring at her.

"Then," Urahara led her hand to the brim of the hat, half-coaxing and half-encouraging, "take off the hat first, otherwise it will be very troublesome."

Ichigo felt that she must be possessed by a demon, she raised her hand uncontrollably, and the hat flipped back and fell to the floor, she could see clearly the facial features under the light blond hair of the other party, with a swallowing tenderness.

"I, you... I don't care anymore!" Ichigo said inwardly, he propped his hands on the ground and moved back, his hands slipped, and he fell on his back, the ceiling and lights above his head were reflected in his eyes.

Urahara chuckled twice, leaned forward, brushed the tip of Ichigo's nose with his mouth, and the raised hair on his forehead rubbed against Ichigo's eyes, but he didn't push him away, but held onto his robe tightly.Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly in the wind.

"Miss Kurosaki seems to be impatient." He smiled lowly, stubble stuck on Ichigo's chin, and he heard her moaning unbearably stimulated by the slight pain.

"You! Well..."

Urahara sealed her words with a kiss, he supported the back of Ichigo's head, the folding fan fell on the cushion behind him at some point, he waved the folding fan with the other hand, and pressed on him: "Are you angry?"

"You bastard, I'm angry, very angry!"

"Don't be so honest, I'll be sad." He smiled half a smile, his fingers lightly penetrated into her loose robe, causing her to bow her waist and press her body tightly against the other's chest.She bit his lip mercilessly, and it was so red that it was about to bleed.

Ichigo tore off his outer robe, and then lifted his inner garment. This was not the first time he had done this. This time the situation was different. Maybe he was too nervous, and his hands were trembling slightly. reaction.Just when she was in love, her voice was tinged with the charm and innocence that a young girl should have. Urahara's face was reflected in her brown pupils, and her voice was sticky: "You, why can't you tear off your clothes? Usually, you can't tear them apart. Just let go."

"Well, that's because I usually want to attract Ms. Kurosaki. If it's just this simple look, it's useless at all."

Urahara's hand was attached to hers, and he penetrated into his chest. His heart was beating violently for the person in front of him. He said with a muffled laugh, "Miss Kurosaki, do you want to come by yourself? If you don't want to, I can take it off for you personally." Down."

Ichigo's body became weak from his body heat, she pulled Urahara's inner sleeve cuffs to her shoulders with trembling hands, opened her mouth and bit her teeth.

"Hiss——Miss Kurosaki is like a cat, and it's even more like a tantrum."

Urahara nimbly took off her underwear and licked her earlobe, which probably made her a little bit at a loss. At this time, she wanted to push him away, but because she had no strength on the ground, she could only stick to the cushion, her eyes Full of emotion.

"Miss Kurosaki, I'm usually too kind to you, so you still have the strength to push me away at this time."

Urahara stirred her mouth with his fingers, licking away the body fluid overflowing from the corner of her mouth, a numb tingling sensation came from his fingers, it was good, he was bitten again.

His kiss landed on Ichigo's cheek, gradually shifted to the ear, and whispered: "Miss Kurosaki, please treat me well, just clenching a little tighter."

Ichigo's cheeks were flushed by what he said, she hugged his neck tightly, and wanted to scold him fiercely, but the voice she made was so thin that she couldn't hear it clearly.

Urahara deepened the kiss and gestures until Ichigo was out of breath before letting go of her. He smiled contentedly, and whispered hoarsely in her ear, "Thank you for the hospitality, Ms. Kurosaki."

"You guy, you always look lukewarm, even if that's the case," Ichigo stared into his eyes, and the person reflected in his pupils was her, but not like her, "Do you really like it?"

"Did I disturb you? Kurosaki..." Urahara's mouth was covered by Ichigo's hand, and he didn't have time to say the next two polite words, as usual.

"Are you afraid?"

Urahara lowered his eyebrows and leaned on her shoulder obediently: "That's why I want to grab you so much, Ms. Kurosaki."

"It would be very troublesome to get involved with me."

"It's already troublesome."

Urahara wrapped her in a green robe, hugged her by the waist, stared at the road ahead and didn't give her another answer. Ichigo lifted the robe that blocked his view, and he could only see the distinct curve of his profile.

After the feast, there is endless loneliness.Although he knew that Urahara had such a personality, that he usually acted carelessly, but kept a distance between his words, which might be called a means of protecting others, but the hot blood gushing out of his chest was still waiting for a weak response, a response from the bottom of his heart.

It's too cunning to avoid talking about it and deceive others.

Recently, Urahara's life has not been as comfortable as usual. She used to coax Ichigo to make her feel soft, and half pushed and half let him hug him. Now when it's time to pretend to be weak, Ichigo just walks away with a straight face. Don't even listen to him say a few more words.

"Tsk, something is wrong now." Urahara put away his small folding fan, lowered the brim of his hat, and followed Ichigo's scattered aura in the air.With a human body, of course it can't be said that the speed is very fast, and the places where Ichigo's Reiatsu are scattered are chaotic, so it should be walking aimlessly.

It's like something in her mind that she wants to hide but can't cover up.

"Miss Kurosaki, wait for me a moment." Standing under the bridge, Urahara shouted to Ichigo who was in the middle of the bridge.

Ichigo still looked at him suspiciously, apparently puzzled by his behavior of coming out to find her, and she stood there ready to hear what Urahara had to say to her.

If she doesn't explain this matter clearly this time, then...then, thinking of this, she was stunned. It is always difficult for a gentle person to find an outlet for such a matter.

There is no better way, so forget it.

"Miss Kurosaki, does this kind of life make you feel lonely?"

When Ichigo was angry and helpless, he once thought of beating him up to relieve his anger, and it would be over once and for all.But emotion made the fist dull, and he couldn't make a move no matter what.

"Give me a response, sincerely, I want to hear from you."

"Just like that?"

"Pick me up again."

Urahara moved behind her, wrapped her neck with one hand, and scattered the thin heat in her ears, and the cool breeze in the summer evening: "Let's watch the fireworks again."

"Ichigo—"

Ichigo turned his head, put the tip of his nose to the tip of his nose, rubbed his forehead against the brim of his hat, and heard the sound of fireworks exploding in the air, gorgeous and beautiful, setting a fire in the orange and dark blue sky, burning the whole area clouds.

The other party tightened his arms around her, and repeated the name again in her ear.

Ichigo, Ichigo...

Emotions that cannot be conveyed by articulate words and movements are conveyed to you one by one by the beating of this heart, this fireworks, and the following days.

This time, it may be so hot that it burns you, maybe.

Who can tell?

The author has something to say: It should be something that happened after a long time, it was written a long time ago, so it doesn't have much connection with the plot, just laugh it off

A real bicycle should not be called QAQ

There is an important exam in a few days, I have to stop for a few days~