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Title: Medic, medic, heal my need
Fandom: Bleach
Chapter: 4
Characters: Shuuhei, Yumichika, Hanataro, Ichigo
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Warnings: nothing so far
AN: Ugh. I am exhausted. Yesterday was just packed full of things that I had to do so I’m posting this today. I hope you enjoy and will celebrate the fact that despite how much I had to do, I hit 50 thousand words for the month. Yep. 50K. I’m happy.

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“Hana…” Ichigo sighed as he was pushed out of the Fourth and towards the fastest way to the Ninth. “I’m fine.”

“No, you are not. Therefore you are going to where you can feel safe so you can nap in peace. You are to take two days off and just relax, got it?” Hanataro asked. Ichigo just groaned and nodded, letting the other man push him to Shuuhei’s office. Smiling as they walked in, the smaller healer looked over the two and tilted his head. “Do you two think you can do something for me?” he asked in greeting.

Yumichika put the pen in his hand down and looked over the tired looking Ichigo before nodding. “What can we do for you?” he asked.

Hanataro smiled at the two and prodded Ichigo forward, getting a glare from him. “This idiot needs to get some sleep. Do you think you can watch over him for me? If you need to, keep him at your place, but make him sleep,” he said.

Shuuhei chuckled and nodded, putting aside another signed paper. “We can do that, Hanataro-san. You go ahead and head back to the Fourth, we have him,” he promised, looking over at his lover and getting a beaming smile.

“Thank you, Yumichika-fukutaicho, Shuuhei-taicho,” he said, leaving after bowing with a smile. Ichigo just rolled his eyes and smiled slightly, shrugging at the two.

“Sorry about that. He’s very...driven when it comes to my care. Especially during this time of year,” Ichigo hummed. Yumichika and Shuuhei shared a look before glancing at their wall calendar.

“Oh, that’s right. The anniversary,” Yumichika said, shaking his head at having forgotten that it was almost time for the memorial of those they had lost during the Winter War. While it hadn’t been a truly hard hit, it had still hurt, and those wounds were still there. “Come on, Ichigo, I can show you where you can rest for a while,” he said, smiling and standing up from his desk.

Walking over to Ichigo, he grasped his hand and drew the redhead into a back room that they had turned into a protected bedroom area. Looking over Ichigo as he placed his zanpakuto’s onto the stand, he tapped his lips before nodding and moving to the chest that sat in one corner. Opening it, Yumichika pulled out one of Shuuhei’s yukata’s after eyeing the other man.

“Here, put this one. It’ll be big, but I don’t have any clean ones here for you to wear,” he said, handing it over to Ichigo. “I’ll be right back.”

Ichigo blinked as Yumichika swept out of the room with a smirk on his lips, shaking his head in amusement. “Why am I not surprised?” he asked himself, putting the yukata down. Pulling off his uniform and his fukutaicho’s badge, he folded his clothes up and put them to the side out of the way. He pulled the yukata on and was nearly drowned in it. Walking out, holding the bottom up, he snorted and gained the two’s attention. “If I have ever doubt that you’re not only taller than me, but apparently broader than I am, I will not do so now,” he huffed.

Shuuhei had to swallow the drool that had started the moment he had seen Ichigo walk out so delicately in his yukata. He always loved seeing Yumichika in his clothes, but apparently he was really quite liking the way that Ichigo looked in them. “You look fine,” he said finally, Yumichika giving him an amused look. “I’ll make sure that we have the stuff ta take home and give it a wash overnight since I have to go over a few things tonight anyways.”

“As long as it’s not a late, late night,” Yumichika scolded, Shuuhei picking up his hand and pressing a kiss to it.

“Nah. Despite the fact that I only have the one meeting to deal with, I’m not going to spend all night doing laundry and going over paper. I do have to get up early after all,” he teased. Ichigo snickered, knowing that it was an old argument that the two often had. “I’ll do tha rest of the laundry tomorrow since it’s my turn anyways.”

“Thank you,” Yumichika chirped before pressing a kiss to Shuuhei’s cheek, standing up from where he had perched on Shuuhei’s desk, walking over to Ichigo. Wrapping an arm around his waist, he drew the other man back to the room, Ichigo allowing him even as he hid a yawn behind one of the sleeves of the yukata. “Come on. I’ll even cuddle you while you get some sleep,” he offered.

Ichigo just gave him a look before nodding, wanting to be close to a person, needing to be close to a person. He didn’t trust many people to be near him why he slept, which is why he had moved into a house with Hanataro instead of living in the fukutaicho’s rooms of the Fourth Division. He trusted his people to do the work, but not to not invade his safe space, such as it was.

Stepping up onto the futon, he sat down with a sigh while watching Yumichika pull off his own footwear and badge, putting them to the side. He tugged off the feathers gently, laying them on his badge before tugging his haori up, leaving him in the undergarment and his hakama before sitting on the bed. Ichigo hummed and wiggled to lower the bedding, laying down under them.

Yumichika chuckled softly and slipped under the bedding with him, reaching out to tug him close. Once he had them moved around so that he was pressed against Ichigo’s back, holding him close, he pressed his nose into the soft hair. Ichigo hummed and relaxed into the bed, tugging the blanket up just enough to tuck his nose into it before falling into a light doze.

Smiling against the back of Ichigo’s head, Yumichika shifted, lifting his head to gaze down at Ichigo, watching as he started to slip into a deeper sleep, feeling safe and content in his arms. Shifting the arm that wrapped around Ichigo’s waist so that it was in a more comfortable position for him, the older male sighed and pressed a kiss to his bed partner’s shoulder, getting a soft mumble as he wiggled and relaxed some more.

He had to admit that Hanataro was right: Ichigo hadn’t been sleeping well. They could all see it but they didn’t know what had sparked this round of nightmares and insomnia. They knew that Ichigo had gotten over it after some time and some time spent talking with his zanpakuto’s while on a vacation. But this time, he just couldn’t do that. They were a bit short staffed at the moment with the nest clearing that had gone wrong, and it was just about time for new recruits to come in.

So everyone was working overtime as they tried to keep things going smoothly.

“what has you so worried, Ichigo?” Yumichika breathed, Ichigo humming in his sleep and turning over so that he could bury his nose into his chest. Chuckling again, the lean man smoothed his hands down his back, curling one hand around a trim hip. Shifting so that he was laying on his back, Yumichika moved Ichigo slightly so that he could drape over him, allowing him to keep stroking and touching the young fukutaicho.

While Yumichika was cuddling Ichigo into a name, Tensa Zangetsu was stepping into a mindscape not his own. Ruri’iro Kujaku and Kazeshini glanced up, gazing at the youthful looking zanpakuto, surprised at the fact that he was visiting. The two sides of Ichigo’s power had stayed merged after he had regained them, leaving Zangetsu to have one eye with gold on black, much like his Hollowfied Zanpakuto had. The horn on his head was quite a bit smaller than what it had been, but tended to grow, they knew, when Ichigo called upon his bankai.

Ruri’iro smirked at the fact that his hair was black, meaning that Zangetsu, the Quincy side of Ichigo’s power, was more at the forefront. That fact just meant that it was something serious since he had a bit more knowledge on how Ichigo’s mind worked.

“Well, what brings you here?” Kazeshini asked, smirking at the very light blush that spread over white cheeks.

“I need to ask you to give a message to your masters…”
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