#Ichigo already perceives shiro as being a lot more interesting than he is

[black--sun]

Ichigo frowns. “Why.” That’s what needs clarified. But then, he’s also not sure he wants to know. “No, don’t tell me. You can’t take it back now anyway.” Just in case that’s a thing. Though, actually, Shiro could take it back. He doesn’t like thinking of it that way though.

He scans stores as Shiro slows, eyes flashing between buildings. As for the idea of throwing up, he waves it off. Obviously, he’s not about to— well, maybe not obviously if Shiro’s asking. Shiro says that like he’s a sympathetic puker though, and Ichigo files that information away just in case. But anyway, he sees what he’s looking for before the car’s fully stopped, and he opens the door to bolt toward the shop he wants with a, “Wait for me a sec.”

He damn near gets slammed into the door when Shiro stops the rest of the way a hell of a lot faster than he’s expecting, but he’s on a mission, so he doesn’t spare it any attention.

He darts through two people headed opposite directions in the door, and does a quick scan of the layout to find his way. He snags the first toothbrush he sees and scans it through the checkout, not even bothering with his change and receipt before heading back out the door to make sure Shiro’s still there.

He has no real idea of what to expect after he says what he does. He just bluntly offered up the truth like he’s want to do and only after he says it does he realize they might be making poorly worded, subtle, but maybe really important commitments. He’s reminded that he was supposed to trying to avoid Ichigo, put some distance between them because he was becoming way too attached, but it’s a brief thought. He doesn’t want that. He didn’t want it the other day either and it didn’t work.

He glances over again when Ichigo says he doesn’t understand, slowing to a rolling stop before making a turn. “Uh. Ok.” They may not be talking as plainly as they could, but Ichigo’s the one that worded it that way first; surely he should understand what Shiro’s saying. “What needs clarified?”

Except all of a sudden Ichigo’s looking like he might pass out. “What?” He doesn’t need it repeated, he heard just fine. His attention darts back and forth from the road, to Ichigo, and back again. His fingers tighten on the wheel while he tries to figure out what the hell’s happening. Is this a panic attack? Is it breakfast? Epilepsy? -Wait, no, that’s seizures. Something he said?

He down shifts, slowing, when Ichigo unbuckles and leans forward. “You ok…? You need-” Ichigo’s telling him to pull over and Shiro’s eyes widen. Shit. “Fuck- Don’t you- Are you seriously about to puke in my fuckin’ car?!” He pulls the car over as far as the road allows for as quick as he can manage without hitting the curb. There’s a stressed pitch to his rising tone, “I don’t do puke, we already talked about this. You better aim that shit outside.”

He throws the e-break but he has no idea what to do. Is he supposed to get out? He twists in his seat, half reaches for Ichigo, but hesitates. He really doesn’t know what to do, which is weirdly new for him. He’s usually good at rolling with whatever’s happening and figuring it out.