Bleach Fan Fiction ❯ Seireitei Monogatari ❯ Following the Trend ( Chapter 73 )

Title: Following the Trend

Pairings: Very light Chad/Ishida. Have to squint to see it.

Rating: K+

Warning: None

Words: 396

Description: Sequel to Fashion Emergency. Chad seeks out Ishida for a little fashion help.

 

Dedicated to an Anonymous on AFF who wanted a Chad/Ishida.

 

 

Ishida pushed up his glasses with one finger. “You want me to what?”

 

Shifting a bit uneasily, Chad hoped his blush was hidden by the fall of his hair. “Take me shopping,” he replied with more confidence than he felt.

 

The Quincy blinked at him before a slow smile crept into his face, glasses glinting in the light. It almost looked evil.

 

“Sado, I'm not sure you know what you're getting into.”

 

Chad cleared his throat and pointed to his shirt. “Kurosaki Isshin,” he rumbled, plucking at the fabric and hoping Uryuu understood without having to explain further.

 

Ishida's brow crinkled. He hadn't yet learned how to read Sado's one word answer like that idiot Kurosaki. The shirt? Kurosaki-san? Sudden understanding dawned on him, and a look of complete and utter horror replaced the confusion. How had he not noticed it before?

 

“I see,” the Quincy replied, swallowing thickly at the thought of anyone copying that fool's dress sense.

 

Chad inclined his head, relieved that he wouldn't have to recount the whole event that had inspired him to seek out Uryuu's aid.

 

Ishida promptly cleared his throat and squared his shoulders. “Very well. Let me get my measuring tape.”

 

The half-Mexican blinked in confusion. “But I thought--”

 

“You didn't think I'd actually let you buy all your clothes, did you?” Ishida scoffed, clearly offended by the very thought of his friend being forced to wear store-bought clothing.

 

Well, that had been the plan, yes. But Chad didn't bother to mention so aloud. He simply shifted where he stood, grateful that his hair often hid his eyes.

 

“You don't have to.”

 

Uryuu patted him on the shoulder, having to reach up to do so, and making that spot tingle warmly at the brief touch. “I want to.”

 

It really was that simple. Chad couldn't seem to find the words to respond.

 

Ishida pushed up his glasses yet again, the frames constantly sliding down his nose. “Don't move. I'll be right back,” he ordered in that take-no-shit tone that rarely worked on anyone.

 

Chad felt himself sweat-drop just a little as his Quincy friend stepped away, presumably to fetch his measuring tape from somewhere within the small apartment. But despite himself, Chad smiled.

 

Uryuu wanted to.

 

The light blush warming his cheeks intensified. Not that anyone would notice.

 

Chad didn't move for the rest of the day.

 

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