#chimi

“GOOD MORNING ICHI-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

There’s a loud crash that localizes to the opposite side of the room, and the slam of a door that comes soon after, accompanied by the swell of spiritual energy you've become all too accustomed to. The house shakes precariously with the impact, but then settles, and soon you can hear the muffled and apologetic “Sorry!” coming from your new father-in-law from behind a closed door.

Your eyes don’t open yet, but you shift a bit as Ichigo readjusts his position behind you. You must have fallen asleep last night quite close, and his forearm is hugged snug against your lower belly again, his back pressed to your chest.

He huffs, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Was all that necessary?” you ask.

Ichigo presses even closer, pulling blankets tighter over the two of you and tucking the blankets under your chin.

“Yes. It’s fucking 7 am,” he protests.

“We are in his house, not ours,” you remind him. The bed you’re in reminds you explicitly of that fact, being noticeably smaller than the king-size you share in your shared home. It’s still comfortable, and the room itself holds memories, like traces of every person who’s ever set foot in there, invited or not, but it’s already noticeably different from the space you’ve carved out together as newlyweds.

But it’s Christmas morning, and Isshin insisted you spend the holiday with them, rather than him come over to your place, and while Ichigo may be hard at times on his eccentric father, you have the softest of spots for the empty nester, and quickly agreed.

The cracked open window (in case Isshin forgot to air the room out of dust per Ichigo’s recommendation) lets in a cold draft of air, only partially countered by central heating. It hasn’t snowed yet in Karakura town, but you suspect it might be soon. Either you shiver or the draft must have hit Ichigo too, because he shifts for a moment, still holding you close with the other arm, and reaches over to close it. Then pressing another kiss to your cheek, he resumes his position as the big spoon. 

“We’re adults,” he reminds you.

“In your high school bedroom,” you reply. 

His knee moves to nestle in the space between your thighs, mainly for comfort of his own. 

“By his request.”

You sigh, slipping your fingers around his wrist to gently pull his hand off you so you can hold it instead. You don’t say anything yet, but he squeezes gently, pressing his lips to the back of your neck.

“Fine, he’s lonely and I didn’t have to be mean about it.”

You chuckle, pulling his hand to your face, and pressing the clasp of them both to your lips. Your body still resists the call of waking and you’re more comfortable than you can ever imagine.

“Wish mom was here to occupy him,” he adds.

It’s a soft, sweet admission, even if made as though noncommittal. You still for just a moment, then turn slowly in his hold, until you’re facing each other. Pressing your face into his chest, you nod.

“I do too.”

His heart thumps gently as you hold each other for a few more moments, and you could swear you’re imagining the same scene - breakfast with Masaki at the table pouring coffee, Isshin handling too many frying pans on the stove and admonishing the two of you for staying in bed so late, Karin and Yuzu setting the table, Karin lacking the sense of urgency Yuzu has plentiful, you flustered at being the laziest daughter in law in the world and Ichigo making an excuse, but grinning widely at his complete and lively family.

You let out a deep breath, then push him out of the bed sharply.

Taken off guard, he actually does roll off, hitting the ground.

“HEY!”

You grin from atop the bed as he glares at you, then gets to his feet.

“Are you going to explain yourself?”

“Nope!” you’re quick to jump out of bed with him, slapping him on the butt.

“Let’s go make breakfast. It’s Christmas!”

He has no choice but to follow your cheerly lead. 

Way back....all the way to 2021 a little show released on Netflix called

MAYA AND THE THREE!!! 🦅🦇💀🧙‍♂️🇲🇽

Chimi and Rico but they’re in Sanangel!