"Explain it to me again."

They had been through it at least five times now. Five times. The last Kurosaki Ichigo had checked, five was plenty of times for someone to grasp the concept of something as simple as opening a package.

"It's a gift. I give it to you. You open it. You're happy."

A growl. Large hands wrapped around the tiny red wrapped box, the heart shape so oddly out of place in the swordsman's hands, and Ichigo had to suppress a laugh when the red-head before him lifted the thing to his face, shaking it with an odd look of severe concentration chiseled into the creases of his tanned skin. It was as if he thought the damn thing was going to leap up and bite him on the nose, or something of that sort. (Ichigo would, quite frankly, not put it past the red-haired Shinigami – stranger things had happened, after all.)

"Look, Renji, it's a freakin' present! From me to you. Just open it and stop staring at it."

One last look of confusion, a tiny little squint of dark eyes that seemed to challenge the very box itself, and he shrugged, tore away the bright red wrapping and pulled out the box to hold it high in front of his face.

"What… the hell is it?"

"A box of chocolates."

"… What the hell is that?"

Kurosaki Ichigo, resident Karakura High School Student, part-time Shinigami, had had the misfortune of having the most clueless boyfriend in the history of mankind.

And he really didn't want to explain anymore about life.

Sighing, chocolate brown eyes rolling up toward the ceiling in exasperation, he leaned forward, tugged off the lid, and plucked a single brown square from the far left corner of the heart-shaped box. Before Renji could even let the classic 'what the hell?' question leave his chest he had plopped it in his mouth, leaned forward, and shoved the damn thing between the Shinigami's lips, pulling back with a chocolate smeared smile of complete and utter triumph.

"It's chocolate. You eat it."

There was a pause, and Renji chewed on the tiny candy with such thought that Ichigo was afraid that something had gone horribly wrong with his plans.

A full Cheshire cat grin greeted him a grand total of two seconds later.

"… Can I eat it like that all the time?"