A/N: Huwwo! It's time to publish Spring Shower, one of the 4 Season themed fanfic collection :3 I know I haven't finished Summer Heat but... I need variations D: I'll get these two done, promise! Summer Heat's almost done anyway, probably 3 more chapters? Okie dokie, this is about Ichigo and Uryuu. So enjoy :D

It was a peaceful, rainy Sunday morning. The clouds hovered in the sky, covering and preventing the sun from shining, it had been pouring since the night before and it didn't seem like it's going to stop anytime soon. It's still early and the streets were still quiet, away from the hustle and bustle of the day. Only the constant sound of trickling water could be heard.

Ichigo Kurosaki and Uryuu Ishida were tangled on a bed in the Quincy's apartment, tired from all the Hollow hunting that occurred the night before. They arrived at the apartment drenched and cold; the Quincy offered Ichigo shelter and food that night since they needed warmth and comfort. Uryuu thought that it wouldn't kill him to treat the Shinigami humanely once in a while. Thunder and lightning raged and there was no way for Ichigo to walk home. And since Uryuu's apartment was much closer, he took up the offer. Better than walking home in heavy rain, Ichigo thought.

Uryuu fluttered his eyes and woke up to a pleasant warmth. It took him a while to register his situation and finally he realized what made him feel unexpectedly comfortable. He slept beside Ichigo all through the night and used his arm as a pillow to rest his head. The said man laid perfectly still, not responding to the shifting weight beside him. The dark haired boy sat up and hugged his knees while looking at the man beside him. He reached his hand to touch the bright orange hair but pull back as soon as he felt them on his fingertips.

But Ichigo wasn't sleeping; in fact he was completely aware of every single movement Uryuu made. Even with his closed eyes, he could feel Uryuu's stare. He could even feel the brief contact of his long and slim fingers on his hair. He didn't want to wake up just yet; he wanted to know what the Quincy would do.

"Ichigo…" A soft, breathy voice called out his name and Ichigo almost shuddered at the sound of it. He couldn't imagine the expression on Uryuu's face when his name rolled out of his lips. Why did he call him by his first name? Usually it's Kurosaki, his family name. But then Uryuu caught him by surprise. He heard Uryuu sighed and got up, leaving him alone in the room.

He himself didn't know why he blurted, no, whispered Ichigo's name like that. He wanted to know how it feels to have that name danced on his tongue before saying it, and it felt great. Uryuu made his way to the kitchen and got himself a glass of water. Did something happen last night? No, he was fully clothed, so no way something happened. They were probably tired and just plopped down to the bed without any intention besides sleeping. They were just friends, after all. It was out of curiosity, he thought.

"Yo, Ishida. Got any food?" Ichigo popped into the kitchen with disheveled hair and a pair of pajama pants, yawning wide. Uryuu briefly remembered that he lent him a pair of pants, but no shirt since none of his fits.

"Yeah, cereal okay?" Uryuu put down his glass and grabbed two bowls and put it on the table together with two different boxes of cereals. "Just pick. The milk is in the fridge"

Ichigo fixed himself a bowl but Uryuu didn't move an inch. Uryuu ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Ichigo wondered what's up with the Quincy; he seemed off all of a sudden. He is a man of little words, but that morning he was exceptionally quiet and he had a tired look on his face.

"What the hell are you looking at, Kurosaki?" Ichigo noticed that he had been staring at the other man.

"No need to be snappy, Ishida." He countered. He fiddled with his spoon and finally brought it to his mouth. He chewed on the chocolate flavored rice pops and they spent 5 minutes in silence. Uryuu sighed again and strolled out of the room.

"I'm going back to bed." He's too tired to even stand. He didn't want to do anything at the moment and only wanted to snuggle up under the blanket and think. Think, think and think some more until his head aches or until he's seconds away to pass out because of hunger. He turned on the air conditioner and set it to 19⁰C. It's still the beginning of spring but it wasn't cold enough for him to feel comfortable under his blanket.

"Are you okay, Ishida?" Ichigo couldn't help but to check up on him not long after he finished his quick breakfast. Uryuu is being awkward and it bugged Ichigo a lot. Is it because of this morning?, Ichigo thought. He was acting perfectly normal the night before, so it had to be the reason.

" 'm alright." Uryuu answered with a voice muffled by his pillow. "Go home when the rain stops. Your folks must be worried sick." Ichigo sat down beside the big navy lump on the bed and patted it.

"Got problems? You can talk to me if you want, I'm a good listener." The man under the covers immediately stiffened. No way in hell Uryuu would tell him his problems. Especially if the problem is about the orange strawberry himself. That would be like opening himself to the other boy and his Quincy pride just wouldn't let him do that.

"I am perfectly fine. Leave me alone." Uryuu shifted and faced the other side. He needed to think and find the perfectly logical reason why he touched Ichigo's hair and whispered his name. That couldn't be mere curiosity. Perhaps he was interested in his hair? Bright orange is not a common hair color. Only he and that girl, Orihime Inoue, had that kind of hair in the entire school. But Uryuu despised her. Her and her weak, pathetic self.

"Fine, whatever. And here I am, trying to be kind. I'm gonna hit the showers." Ichigo scoffed. He was a bit reluctant to leave, but he knew that he wouldn't get anything out of him.

Uryuu tossed and turned in bed, rolling around to find a comfortable position. He turned and his face landed on Ichigo's pillow. He breathed it in and giggled, just for a while forgetting how unmanly it is. 'Smells like strawberry.', he thought. 'That's so typical of him.'

Ichigo wanted to ask where the towels are when he walked into the room. The first thing he noticed was Uryuu, giggling and hugging the pillow he used last night. It wasn't hard to say because there's only one pillow on the bed. 'Why's he hugging my pillow? And he looks so happy…' Ichigo thought. How very unusual of Uryuu to giggle like that. 'He rarely smiles and now he's giggling?' Ichigo decided to look for the towels himself and left the room, very confused.

With every single breath, Uryuu got intoxicated bit by bit. Ichigo's scent clouded and soothed his mind, slowly lulling him back to a deep slumber. Unexpected, but at least he felt relaxed.

Ichigo also found serenity under the shower that's pouring strong, constant amount of hot water. He ran his hand through his hair and grabbed a bottle of shampoo with the other. Squirted some on his palm and he sniffed it. White musk? 'Yeah, it smells like Ishida.' He started to wash his thick orange mane. When he did so, he scrunches his face. 'Do I really smell like strawberries?'

A/N : So whaddaya think? Interesting enough? D: R&R pls? Thankies :3

Ichigo : Really? *sniff*

Uryuu : Yeah you do smell like strawberries. I have a good sense of smell.

Ichigo : Oh... Okay then. What about you? *buries face on Uryuu's neck and sniffs*

Uryuu : WHAT THE-? *blush*

Ichigo : Yeah, white musk. You smell good.

Uryuu : Urrgghhhggrrrhhh *stomps away*