[fic] Study

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Title: Study
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1,514
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kurosaki Ichigo/Ishida Uryuu
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, university AU
Notes: Written for bundamba for qldfloodauction — sorry it took so long, hun!

This is an AU because I think that's all I can write for Bleach at the moment xD

Ishida Uryuu hates a lot of things. He hates not getting enough time to sleep, in between studying and working to pay for his university course. He hates the long lines at his favourite café in the mornings. He hates the people who put books in their wrong places on the shelves of the library, making his job much more difficult than it should be. But right now, what he hates most in the entire world is the group of students sitting at the large, rectangular table in the middle of the group study area, talking and laughing loud enough to disturb everyone else. Uryuu isn’t particularly fond of the odd-numbered floors of the library, because they are designated for group study and students seem to take that as an invitation to sit with their friends and talk, rather than using the library the way it is intended. He can ignore most of them, focusing on his job. He works part-time at the university library to pay for his course, and as simple as it is to gather the books that have been borrowed or taken off the shelves and return them to their correct places, it’s a lot harder to deal with the other students in the library. Especially this group. They come here regularly, sitting at the same table on the same level, much to the irritation of the staff and the other students. They have their books out, to at least look like they intend on doing their work, but all Uryuu has ever seen them do is share stories, tease each other and make nuisances of themselves. The one thing that irritates him the most about this group is the fact that sitting amongst them, reading through a thick textbook on anatomy, is Uryuu’s favourite barista from the café he regularly visits. They’ve never spoken beyond the bare minimum for Uryuu to buy his coffee, but there’s something about the way he holds himself, the way he stands out—not just because of his bright orange hair—and his friendliness that catches Uryuu’s attention every single time. His name is Kurosaki—Uryuu has heard the other baristas calling him by the name several times—and he probably doesn’t even know who Uryuu is. They’ve got a couple of classes together, but Kurosaki’s always surrounded by the same friends and never really seems to notice much outside of them. Not that Uryuu particularly cares. He keeps to himself, doing his work, putting in all his effort to keep up with a full course load while working whenever he isn’t in class. Or so he tells himself. He’s never been very good at lying to himself, especially not when he catches himself glancing over at where Kurosaki is, right in the middle of the table, among the heart of the conversation, joining in now and then but taking breaks to read through a few pages of his textbook at a time. He’s studious and it shows in class, too, when he answers questions with the confident air of someone who knows what they’re doing. Kurosaki’s marks are just as good as Uryuu’s are, from what he’s heard from his friend’s jealous exclamations, and all of this only serves to fuel Uryuu’s hopeless crush, hiding between the bookshelves of the library and listening out for Kurosaki’s voice whenever he joins in his friends’ conversations. Someone behind him clears their throat—with the same voice—and Uryuu starts, turning around quickly. Kurosaki raises an eyebrow, but he’s got the same friendly smile he greets customers with in the morning at the café. “Hey.” Uryuu absently adjusts his glasses, a nervous habit of his that he’s never been able to shake. “Hello.” “We’re in the same classes,” Kurosaki says, as if Uryuu is the one who has never noticed. “I’m aware.” “I’ve seen you around a bit,” Kurosaki continues, clearing his throat. “I mean. At the café, too. You’re a flat white with one sugar.” “And you’re Kurosaki Ichigo,” Uryuu replies, feeling awkward standing beside his book trolley, a cloth-bound hardcover on the human immune system in his hands. “Hey, so you do know me,” Kurosaki grins. “You’re hard not to notice,” Uryuu gestures vaguely at Kurosaki’s hair, then turns to the shelf, finding the right space for the book in his hands just to have something to do. “Did you need something?” “Just wanted to say hi,” Kurosaki shrugs, and then lowers his voice. “And uh, I wanted to ask if you were free for study sessions. I think I need a new study group.” “Or a group that actually studies?” Uryuu suggests, delighted by the way Kurosaki grins at this. “Yeah. I—my friends are great and all but…” “They’re loud and irritating,” Uryuu is blunt and Kurosaki laughs quietly. “Not the best environment to study in. Especially not if you intend on keeping up your good marks.” For a moment, Kurosaki looks surprised and Uryuu wants to kick himself, furious for letting that slip. Now, Kurosaki will probably think he’s a stalker—which he’s not. He’s just observant. But then he says, “Well, I noticed you do pretty well in class too. That’s why I figured I’d ask you. Study buddies?” Uryuu wants to laugh and tell Kurosaki that he’s being ridiculous. But then he also loves the thought of having Kurosaki all to himself, even for just half an hour to do their work together. It’s a no-brainer. “I’m free on Tuesday nights, after our lab.” “Awesome,” Kurosaki declares, and that decides that. • Their study sessions quickly become much more regular than once a week. After a few failed attempts to introduce Uryuu into his group of friends, Kurosaki ends up spending less time with them so he can spend more time with Uryuu. They start seeing each other once a day and when Kurosaki leans across the small coffee table in his flat—in the middle of a study session one day—to press his lips against Uryuu’s, it simply makes sense. Uryuu quickly realises how terrible Kurosaki—Ichigo, Kurosaki insists—is at keeping his hands to himself. Not that he particularly minds. They’re both sharp. They know their stuff anyway. A little less revision won’t hurt either of them. Especially if it means a little more of Ichigo’s hands on his sides, holding him close as they kiss. They’ve just gotten out of a busy period filled with assessments and they’re on Ichigo’s bed under the pretence of studying for their next topics, complete with their books spread out in front of them. “You know what,” Ichigo says absently, when they’re both lying on their sides, faces so close that they can feel each other’s breath. “I think we deserve a celebration. Because we managed to survive those exams.” Uryuu snorts softly. “Of course we survived them.” “Is that a no to celebrating?” Ichigo asks, raising an eyebrow as he runs his fingers along the hem of Uryuu’s shirt. Grinning, Uryuu rolls onto his back, pulling Ichigo on top of him. “What do you think?” “I think,” Ichigo murmurs between kisses, “you’re still way more coherent than you should be.” “You’d better fix that, then.” “Trust me,” Ichigo’s grin is wicked as he slides his hands over Uryuu’s sides, pushing his shirt up as he goes. “I will.” Ichigo always takes his time undressing Uryuu, as if he’s savouring the process just as much as what comes after. Invariably, Uryuu loses his patience, fumbling for his buttons and zippers to hurry Ichigo along, kissing and biting across his neck urgently until they’re both naked. “Just look at you,” Ichigo breathes, eyes wide and dark with desire, licking his lips. “Fuck, the things I’m going to do to you.” There’s a bottle of lube beside Ichigo’s bed and it’s seen plenty of use. Ichigo slicks his fingers, pushing two at a time into Uryuu, murmuring appreciatively at the way it makes his back arch off the bed. He stretches Uryuu slowly, carefully, reducing him to a shaking mess, gripping tightly onto the bed sheets and begging breathlessly. “You want this?” Ichigo asks, sliding a condom on and coating it with lube. He positions himself against Uryuu’s entrance, teasing him. “Please,” Uryuu gasps, then moans softly as Ichigo thrusts gently into him. Ichigo knows Uryuu well by now, and he angles himself just right to hit the right place with every thrust. Uryuu cries out with pleasure, his muscles tightening around Ichigo, and it doesn’t take long before they’re both coming hard, holding onto each other as they ride it out. “Fuck,” Ichigo gasps, pulling out gently and throwing his condom out before lying beside Uryuu, looking at him with nothing short of reverence. “For the record? Studying with you is the best decision I’ve ever made.” “Not that we get much more work done than your friends do,” Uryuu points out with a smirk. “Yeah, well,” Ichigo pulls Uryuu close, into a long kiss, “if I had to pick between sitting around and talking in the library and… this…” Uryuu laughs, wrapping an arm around Ichigo. “Good point.”

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