Oh you silly fanfics part 2.

"Why are you doing this?"

Ichigo met his eyes, his hands resting on the edge of the sink, "I don't know. It's what friends do, right?"

Grimmjow grinned, "I've known Gin practically my entire life, and I've never, ever baked cookies with the bastard."

Ichigo snorted, imagining Gin in the kitchen much less baking cookies with a fellow tattooed gang member, "Maybe he can't bake."

"I wouldn't trust Gin with a sandwich much less a cookie," Grimmjow shook his head in denial, "Love him to death, but he does not belong in a kitchen."

"Maybe I should bring him dinners sometimes then," Ichigo mused, already calculating in his head, "Can't let the poor guy starve."


- GRÆDER.