I've been excited about writing this one for ages, I love social media based fan fictions and I hope I can entertain you all with this.

This fic is going to have a lot of drama, you're definitely going to be kept in the dark about who likes who and who doesn't for a long time. You'll discover things as Toshiro does since it will all be written from his point of view. I've already got nearly 5 full chapters of this written so it's likely Mosco points will not affect this fic but we can discuss it.

There will be sad moments… not gonna lie. It's not always going to be all smooth happy sailing for these guys, but it will keep you on your toes.

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Also please DO NOT be discouraged by Ichigo appearing like a prat in the next couple of chapters, I promise he isn't and you will love him too.

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'Alright everyone? It's Y-Y-Yukio,' the usual youtube intro of the blond rung around the cosy bedroom. Toshiro grinned to himself, propping his phone against his pillows and ensuring it was sitting just right before he pulled his covers up over his head as he snuggled down to watch the incredibly attractive blond. On his tiny phone screen was a semi naked attractive 24 year old, at least Toshiro thought he was semi naked. The young 19 year old blushed furiously when he realised he could actually be fully nude but he wouldn't know because he could only see the top half of the mans' body. His blond hair stuck out across his left eye revealing only his right which was a beautiful emerald colour, he had smooth skin and muscled looking arms as he chattered on about his day.

Toshiro was in love with him, his name was Yukio and he was a youtuber with over 8 million subscribers. He'd collaborated with some of the most famous stars in the youtube world in terms of vlogging including Tyler Oakley and Grace Helbig with whom he was good friends. Toshiro knew everything about him, had watched every single one of his 500+ videos and had even bought one of his T shirts from his brand merchandise website when he was raising money for charity. Toshiros flatmate Rangiku had teased him for a solid week after he'd bought it, though he'd tried to pan it off saying it was for charity he knew that was just an excuse. He'd bought it because he wanted it and it was now one of his favourite t shirts, even though the smallest size was still far too large for him he wore it to bed and to do housework.

This was how Toshiro spent his free time, when getting ready in the morning or when taking a break at work or at University he'd sit down and watch a vlog or two. Yukio was his favourite however the blond didn't upload every single day, he only uploaded on a Sunday, Tuesday and Friday. So that left Toshiro with loads of other empty days to fill. He'd become a huge fan of Grace and Tyler because of their involvement in Yukios life and loved spotting the handsome blond in cameo videos they did together.

Why did he love Yukio so much? The blond was a huge source of comfort for Toshiro when he was discovering his own sexuality, Yukio was very gay and open but never put on show to make others think he was gay. It had helped Toshiro to accept himself and despite the fact Yukio had no idea who he was Toshiro felt connected to him because he knew so much about the blond… it was strangely comforting… like a friend. Something Toshiro didn't have.

He had Rangiku but she was far more of a big sister than a friend. She was such a pain in his arse, that's why he was hiding under his covers watching this video, so she wouldn't tease him about how in love with Yukio he was. It wasn't true… he wasn't in love. It was just a crush, everyone had those for some celebrity right? It wasn't like… he'd masturbated over him or anything- you know what that was a lie. Toshiro had, there had been a few videos where Yukio would casually film as he was working out and Toshiro couldn't help himself, he'd slip his phone into his pocket and make his way back to his room, locking his door and getting out the lube. It was just a crush though. It would go away. He was sure of it, he thought to himself as he sat grinning madly at his phone.

'So big changes are coming,' the blond drawled in the sexy Californian accent,

'Catch yah on the flip side Yukies,' his usual farewell sounded. He called all his fans Yukies and Toshiro was a proud Yukie… just as long as no one asked him. The white haired man reached forward and tapped his phone with a frown, the video had only been around 8 minutes long, he felt cheated. Normally he got around 12 minutes in a Yukio vlog which was why he woke up 15 minutes early in the morning to watch it. Since the vlogger stayed in Northern California he was 8 hours behind and so his videos were often posted through the night for Toshiro. The boy sighed as he picked the device up and slipped out of bed to make a start to his day.

He opened his bedroom door and walked out into the hall and towards Rangikus door which he thudded on loudly.

'C'mon Ran time to get up,' he called through the wood listening for any tell tale signs that his friend had heard him. He now refused to enter her room after finding her in a compromising position which had scarred his young mind so badly that he blamed her for making him gay. That was until she reminded him he was born that way.

'RAN!' he shouted, losing his patience when he thudded once more and heard a muffled mumble from inside the room.

''M up!' she called back through sleepily and he rolled his eyes making his way to the bathroom. Their apartment was a fair size, it had a lot of space, the hallway was like a giant square easily the same size as a large master bedroom, it had a narrower hall leading off to main door though and an archway leading into the kitchen and living room. It had two large comfortable sized bedrooms and an excessively large bathroom that had both a standalone shower and a bath. It was into this that Toshiro now stepped walking over to the shower and stripping down, he opened the sliding door and stepped in turning the water on hot because the heat helped him to wake up.

'Toshiro have you seen my Red Bubble hoodie?' Rangiku called and the younger male hissed at the 25 year old.

'Ran!' he called, turning his body around so it was facing the wall and he glared over his shoulder. He could only just make out her blurred form through the steamed up glass. 'We talked about this, shower time is my time, you can't come in here.'

'I've seen you naked before-'

'Only because you won't fucking leave me alone-'

'Have you seen my hoodie,'

'It's hanging up in the living room over the radiator,' he scowled, this was the only thing about being the person to do the washing, she always bugged him to find out where her stuff was.

'Thanks Tosh,' she skipped off and he stood scowling with his back turned for a little while longer until he was sure she was completely gone. Bloody women.

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Toshiro often cycled to the University, it was about 20 minutes on his bike, though he'd take the bus if weather was terrible and leave his bike either at home or at the University if need be. It was one of few things he did to keep fit though it was far from the high intensity workouts that he knew others did, it was still better than nothing. He chained his ice coloured bike up outside the University and placed a cover over it, he hated when anything on his bike rusted because of the rain and always made sure to keep it in the best shape possible.

'Bye Hyorinmaru, I'll see you later,' he mumbled to the bike as he made his way inside the familiar ancient looking building. His bike was his only friend here, despite now being in his final year he'd not managed to make a single friend, he had several people who hated him though. One was a tall strawberry blond by the name of Ichigo Kurosaki who'd taken to throwing paper balls at the back of his head in one of their classes two years ago. Ichigo was also one of the most popular in their year but he was studying media so they rarely shared classes.

In their 3rd year everyone seemed to have left him alone though perhaps they'd grown up… at least Toshiro hoped so. He was one of few people left studying Audio Production last year and he wasn't sure if any of the other 2 students would have made it into the fourth year especially since they'd taken to going out clubbing every night with a bunch of the media students.

Toshiro walked into the building and made his way to the media and photography side of the campus.

'Toshiro, back again for another year?' the casual voice of one of the professors hit him and he grinned.

'Hey professor Ukitake, yeah I'm back did either of the other two survive?'

'Nope, you're now our only legacy of the year kiddo,' the older white haired man sighed deeply and shook his head. 'Such to be expected of a boy genius though eh?' the older man clamped his shoulder and grinned broadly down at him. 'You won't really have much in the way of classes though, but I've put you down for a few one to one sessions with myself to go over what's expected of you this year in terms of your graded unit and any other support I can offer.' The older man hummed into a cup of tea as he sipped at it. Toshiro smiled, it was the cup he'd gotten him as a farewell gift at the end of last year, nothing too special just a cup with '#1 Teacher' on it.

'That sounds great, so all the audio studios will be mine?'

'You heard it, think there's another girl taking a side of music this year too so you two might cross paths but other than that- OH! Actually,' the sudden realisation almost made Toshiro jump. 'There will be a new class this year, not mandatory but it is encouraged, the University have had a bit of… er… pressure shall we say… put on it about not discussing the importance of internet in media. Since now people can get jobs on the internet and get paid quite a bit, so the class will be shared with the other media and photography students but it's only going to be once a week.'

'Alright,' Toshiro mumbled, he'd hoped to get away from the other media students this year but alas it seemed he wouldn't.

'Chin up champ, they'll be requiring your help this year to collaborate if they want music for their final projects.' Ukitake winked down at him and Toshiro frowned a little. 'Try and make some friends, be nice.'

'Fine,' he tried not to huff, the media students from last year had included Ichigo and all his minions… there had been times where Toshiro would daydream about what it would be like to be part of their group, being part of the 'in' crowed but those fantasies were always short lived because the harsh reality was that none of them liked him or even knew he existed.

'That's my boy,' Ukitake clamped him once more on his shoulder and was just about to shuffle down the corridor when he stopped and turned back around, 'the class will be between 2pm and 4:30pm today in the auditorium above Photography room 2, Professor Kyoraku will be leading it.'

'Alright,' Toshiro smiled, he liked Professor Kyoraku he was always insisting the students call him by his first name Shunsui. Toshiro made his way down the media corridors and towards the stairs, he'd slip up onto the first floor and grab one of the Universities guitars for one of his tracks. He'd been working on this song for the better part of a week now and he would practice on Momo at home but his guitar was far too delicate to survive for long in the Scottish weather on the way to University. He pulled one of the standard guitars off the wall it was nearly as large as he was as he sat himself down to bend over it, checking that it was in tune.

He was sitting tuning it when the door opened and a girl his exact height wandered in, she had shoulder length dark hair and large dark eyes. Toshiro knew her, she was called Rukia and she was one of the returning media students who was part of Ichigos group of friends, she must have been the other student doing a side of music that Professor Ukitake had mentioned.

'How on earth did you reach that?' she asked, gesturing to the guitar in his arms before glaring back at the wall where four more were hung out of reach above their heads.

'Oh, um, I used this chair I stole from next door,' Toshiro stood up and gestured to it.

'Can I borrow it?'

'Sure,' he put the guitar down and lifted the chair to hand it to her.

'Thanks,' she smiled gently at him and his mind went blank. Make a friend Toshiro, it's not too late it's never too late in the words of Three Days Grace.

'Whats-'

The door banged rudely open and two red heads walked in, one a very natural strawberry blond and the other very clearly dyed crimson. It was Ichigo and Renji and Toshiro instantly sulked back away from them all.

'Rukia you said you weren't going to practice until later this afternoon, we need you for our next take,' Renji mumbled with a large camera slung lazily across his shoulder.

'Yeah but now we've been told we have that class in the late afternoon so I won't get a chance after lunch.' The small woman called, sitting her hands on her hips in a perfect impersonation of Molly Weasley as she stood on top of the chair Toshiro had supplied. The white haired man was now attempting to stay as far away from them all as possible in a bid to not be spotted.

'Yeah but we need you now, if we want to get all this filmed we have to start early remember, we've still got Ichigos project to work on and yours and we've only got until Christmas.'

'Fine,' she snapped and jumped down off the chair picking it up and leading it over towards Toshiro which made the two other men look around.

'Didn't even see you there, you're like a fucking ghost.' Renji laughed and Toshiro frowned at him before turning to Rukia and thanking her for bringing his chair back. She smiled and turned to leave with her two loud comrades and Toshiro sighed. It seemed all of them had returned for their final year or at least the main cronies had.

After that little interruption he was mostly left alone to work, he'd meant to take the guitar down to one of the main audio rooms for recording but he'd found himself distracted after plucking a few strings. A pencil was now tucked neatly behind his right ear and his notepad was nestled on a raised stage to his left as he continued to pluck at the strings, writing down the chords and notes as he went. The tune had just come to him but he wanted to make note of it, he could add lyrics later if he wished to pursue it as an actual song.

The morning slipped away quickly and the only other social interaction he had was from Rangiku who text him to ask how his day back was, ending her message with a flourish of kisses as she always did.

Toshiro (12:35pm)

'Fine'

Rangiku (12:37pm)

'Made any new friends? ;) xxxx'

Toshiro (12:37pm)

'Same number as last year'

Rangiku (12:38pm)

'Well don't worry there's always tomorrow :D xxxx'

Toshiro(12:38pm)

'Sure. How's work?'

Rangiku (12:40pm)

I have a funny story to tell you about that actually, I'll tell you tonight when you come home. What time will you be back? Xxxx'

Toshiro (12:41pm)

'I have a new class later in the afternoon and it finishes at 4:30 so I'll probably be home around dinner time.'

Rangiku (12:44pm)

Great! I'll see you then! :D xxxx'

He wished he had his friends' optimism but he didn't as he locked his phone and put in his pocket, now would be a good time to go for some lunch and he'd probably just head to the class early to secure himself a seat at the back.

He hated the canteen at University, it was always crowded with bodies, alas he had to pass through it to make his way out the back doors towards the streets. Today it seemed to be particularly crowded though and he was sure a bunch of people were gathering at a table in the far corner though he had no idea why, it was too early in the year for people to start trying to drink at University that usually started to happen closer towards the end of the school year in June time.

He was jostled by people as he made his way through the crowed and breathed a sigh of relief once he was actually out of the building. Edinburgh was a beautiful city but sometimes the other Scots could be a little too boisterous for him. Thankful for the fact it wasn't raining he made his way around a corner towards a street of restaurants and cafes, jumping into subway to pick up a six inch BLT. He wandered down into one of the gardens to sit in the fresh air and devour it. He liked coming here and sitting to people watch, unlike him people rarely came here alone, they either came here with a group or friends… or a date or possible love interest… work colleagues or even a pet. The only people who came through here alone were a few joggers and him. He gazed down at his BLT which he was struggling to eat, he liked coming here to watch people yes but it also reminded him of what he didn't have. Sometimes he'd sit and watch groups of friends or lovers and late at night before falling asleep picture that it was him they hung around with. It was him that had told the funny joke to make the group of people laugh or him that another person gazed lovingly at, or called to and ran to hug because others were just so happy to see him. He'd never admit it to Rangiku but he was terribly lonely, he had a feeling the girl already knew that, having been with him since he was old enough to walk. He slipped the half eaten BLT into his bag and watched a couple walking down the main path between the two meadows, the girl was snuggling into the mans arm as they walked and he paused to take his arm and wrap it protectively around her, pulling her against his side. She was smiling up at him, and reached up to tuck a strand of hair away from his eye as he grinned down and chattered on about something Toshiro couldn't hear. They looked happy. Having someone to fuss over must have been nice, someone to gently touch your face, he loved it when Rangiku did that to him but that was different there were different intentions behind the gesture when she did it.

He turned around and spotted another couple lying out in the mild September sun, the tiny girl must have been half the size of her partner and was sprawled on top of his chest, her cheek pressed flushed against it. He was running his hands through her hair and it looked like she was sleeping, if she was sleeping then she was smiling in her sleep. Did people do that when they were with someone they loved? Were they so happy and fulfilled that they smiled even when they weren't conscious? There was loud laughter from behind him and Toshiro turned around and spotted a group of friends calling out and making fun of the smallest of their group who seemed to have let the ball get outside the circle.

'C'mon Rory, hurry up you fud,' one of the taller males laughed and the boy chased after the ball and quickly kicked it back into the group.

'You know for a short guy you run fast,' the small male ran back to the group, he was still taller than Toshiro despite looking younger and the taller male who called out to him leaned an arm on his head. The smaller male didn't even flinch he just grinned up at his tall friend and poked him square in the ribs causing him to hiss and leap away and the group laughed. Toshiro found himself grinning at it, to be the centre of attention of a group that large must have felt nice, to feel so included and not that they were making fun of you.

'Sam no, don't touch that,' Toshiro turned around to a family that were sat about two metres away from him in the grass. 'That's dirty, we don't eat spiders.' The mother scowled at her chubby little son who very clearly had just had his nappy changed. His chubby bare legs were on display and his top half was fully clothed, the large nappy provided comfort when he waddled back towards something in the grass and the mother tugged on his shirt causing him to fall onto his backside with a giggle. 'What on earth am I going to do with you?' she chuckled as she pulled him up into her arms and hugged him. The two tiny chubby arms were wound around her neck as he tried to grab onto her hair. That was when Toshiro decided to leave he quickly gathered his things up stopping to wipe some of the tears back from his eyes before he quickly scampered back to the University. It wasn't all bad, he had Rangiku… and he had… he had… well… he had Rangiku and he was lucky to have her, she was the best friend anyone could ever hope to have. Perhaps that was why he loved youtubers so much, they never judged him, they were just always silently there… accepting of him.

He glanced at his watch it was coming up for 13:47pm when he got back inside and he made his way quickly to the auditorium. He was pleased to see he was the first into the classroom if he didn't include a sleeping Shunsui. The professor was snoring rather loudly, a fashion magazine over his face as he lay back on a chair that was close to tipping over with his feet balanced perfectly on top of his desk. Toshiro marvelled at the sight with a chuckle, it was wonder the older man hadn't tipped the chair right back and fallen off. Toshiro settled down right at the furthest seat at the back corner and pulled out his notebook and pen, slipping his thick blacked rimmed rectangular glasses onto his face as others started to trickle in. There weren't many a few photography students sat in the middle on Toshiros left, there were about six of them and then Ichigo, Rukia and Renji walked in and sat down the front directly in line of Toshiro who ducked behind his large notepad book and pushed his glasses further up his face.

Shunsui still hadn't woken, and the other class mates hadn't particularly been quiet while walking in. That's when Professor Ukitake walked in, lifted the magazine off his colleagues face and snapped it loudly onto the desk which startled the other male awake.

'Present,' he called and gazed sleepily up at Ukitake. There was a rumour that the two men were actually together but Toshiro wasn't so sure he just thought they were very good friends. What would he know though? He'd only ever been with one guy – Kusaka and he'd only been in it for the sex. Toshiro must have been his type or something because Kusaka had been well into him in a way no one else ever had which was why Toshiro had kept him around so long. Even though the male wasn't affectionate it had felt nice to feel wanted, even if it was just for sex.

'Your guest is waiting outside,' Ukitake said and Shunsui seemed to stir at this, correcting his chair and standing up so his long floral jacket swept behind him as he went to perch on the desk.

'Ah yes I forgot I volunteered to take this class,' Shunsui said and Ukitake rolled his eyes as he exited the room through the door at the bottom.

'Welcome munchkins, did you all have a good summer?' he asked and there were gentle murmurs of agreement up and down the room. 'Well now, this year we're joined by someone very special, who is going to be helping me lead this class. I think a few of you know him or at least have seen him getting flocked by admirers in the canteen, he's here on a journey of self discovery but I'll him properly introduce himself.' Shunsui stood and held out a hand and Toshiro felt excited murmurs rise in the room, he was curious now as he pushed his glasses further back up his face and peered down.

A short blond boy walked in, grinning from ear to ear, his only visible emerald eye sweeping the room. He was clad in a thick woollen tartan jumper and dark blue jeans, that emerald eye came to rest on Toshiro who ducked behind his notepad. FUCK! WHAT! NO! NO! NO! What the hell was he doing here? Toshiro was staring at the lines in his notebook, his heart had exploded in his chest and was now beating manically. This couldn't be… couldn't be happening no way. NO! He was in California… Toshiro had just been watching him on his phone that morning, how the hell did he get here so fast?

He peaked out from above his book as the attractive blond was now conversing with Shunsui as the class babbled excitedly. Of course… he probably filmed his videos in advance that would surely be only way he could keep to such a tight schedule of uploads…

'Well now Yukio, why don't you tell everyone about yourself.'

'Sure thing,' his Californian accent drawled loudly in the room full of Scots and everyone was instantly silent. 'Well I came here to learn a little bit about my family tree, it extends back to Scotland.' Toshiro remembered watching that video at his desk in his room, the Draw my Life video where he'd spoken about his grandparents being from Scotland. 'I also wanted to finish studying media so thought I'd do that while I was here and help out you guys with this class.'

'Since Yukio already makes a living off of his Youtube channel we thought he could teach you all a thing or two about running your own standalone media business online.'

'Yeah,' Yukio was running a hand through the back of his blond tussled hair. 'I'll help in anyway I can.'

Toshiros heart was still hammering, Yukio basically led the session, talking about how he first started his channel. Toshiro wasn't listening he'd heard this story already a million times in the boys videos. His teal eyes were flickering down to the door and he could feel a panic attack coming on, it was coming in waves and he just needed to hang on until the end of class. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't real. He couldn't really be here. Toshiros vision was blurring over and he was sure it was due to the lack of oxygen his body was taking in now, he was about to enter a full scale panic attack. His eyes flickered back to the door and he shoved his glasses up his nose again, his entire face was flushing he knew it and his ears were on fire. He needed to get out. He needed fresh air.

'So I'll be with you all for the next year of your studying, I'd like to get to know you all. I had the pleasure of meeting Ichigo, Renji and Rukia at lunch,' he smirked over to them and Ichigo gave him a little wave from his seat.

The photography students gave him their names and then there was only Toshiro left, but there was no way his voice would work. He was asking the photography students questions and seemed genuinely interested in their answers, learning about the individuals in the room. If Toshiro opened his mouth he would vomit. He was sure of it. He already felt like his bowels were going to let loose all over the seat he was currently sitting on.

'And finally,' the sexy Californian man turned his attention to Toshiro at the back of the room and he pushed his glasses up his nose and looked down at his hands which were gripping the fabric of his jeans tightly on his lap.

'That's Toshiro Hitsugaya,' Shunsui answered for him, 'little genius came up from High school at the tender age of 15 years old.' He said it with a fatherly affection the same way Ukitake often spoke about him.

'Can he speak?' Yukio asked, he hadn't said it to be rude, it sounded genuinely curious as he glanced back up towards Toshiro but the young prodigy was doing everything in his power not to meet his gaze.

'Last time I checked yeah,' Shunsui leaned over and whispered something to Yukio and Toshiro felt his face blush as Yukio smirked at whatever the professor said to him. Yukio turned his gaze back to Toshiro and he quickly looked back down at his hands, he wanted out of this class so badly, he could feel a ringing in his ears. 'Anyway I think that's probably enough for today,' Shunsui said and no sooner had the words left his mouth than Toshiro was shoving stuff in his bag, he hadn't taken a single note as he darted for the door aware people were watching him as he quickly fled from the room and from the building. The moment he got outside he welcomed the fresh air, though it had started to rain. Normally he'd call Rangiku to come and pick him up and he'd just leave Hyorinmaru under his cover and get a bus in the morning but today he wouldn't. He hitched his thin jacket up over his shoulders and zipped it quickly readying his bike to ride in the downpour. He needed something… anything to take his mind off his panic attack, he needed to get home.

Yukio. Here. In Edinburgh. At his University. Shit. Fuck. No. How the fuck was he meant to study now?

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This was more of an intro chapter to set the scene, from here they get progressively longer and more interesting I promise. Please review :)