Chapter 1 - Moving In

"Remind me why I'm doing this again," Hitsugaya growled in his faux body, dropping the boxes that he carried in his arms as he entered his new room.

"…Because you're going to help me with my studies here in the human world while I balance my work there at Seireitei," the dandelion replied happily while he dropped his boxes on the desk that was on his side of the new room.

"And is it necessary for me to be here to actually help you? We can communicate with other alternatives, Kurosaki."

"We've gone over this before, Toshiro," Ichigo whined. "If you're not here physically to help me, I wouldn't be able to understand!"

The genius captain narrowed his eyes sharply. "What part of video chat do you not understand?"

"That's still not going to help me! If you're here, with me, in person, then I'm motivated to do my work!"

"Why does it have to be me?" he asked, raising his brows and crossing his arms to his chest.

"…because you're special."

A faint blush crept up on Hitsugaya, Toshiro's face. Feeling the heated sensation across his cheeks, he turned and cut the tape from his box and began unpacking. Ichigo grinned to himself, knowing that Toshiro knew clearly well why it had to be him.

"EH!? That's so boring, taichou!"

"Matsumoto…" the captain growled deathly. "I'm giving you this responsibility because you're my lieutenant and I trust you. I'm not going to repeat myself."

"But it's so boring here! Can't I visit Ichigo once in a while too?"

"No!"

"Tch! Just because you want to spend time with your boyfriend…" Rangiku pouted over the communicator.

"He is not my boyfriend!"

"Not yet!"

"MATSUMOTO!"

With a whining cry of defeat and frustration, his 10th division lieutenant sighed. "Alright, fine. I'm bringing over a bunch of sake and you can't stop me!"

There was no helping that. Hitsugaya tilted his head and thought out loud, "as long as you do your paperwork correctly and keep my office neat, I don't see a problem with it."

Rangiku gasped, "being close to Ichigo really has melted some of the ice off your heart, taichou!"

"YOU WANT ME TO TAKE MY WORD BACK?"

"NO!" Rangiku screeched. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're the best taichou EVER!"

"Hmph," Hitsugaya grunted. "I'm only the best when things go your way."

"Now, now, don't say that~" the busty women snickered, flapping her hand up and down. "You've always been the best, you know that~"

"Toshiro!"

"Oh, I hear your boyfriend~"

"I'm gonna tell you this again, HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"

"OW! Taichou, no need to scream on the communicator; it hurts my ears you know!"

"GO DO YOUR WORK!"

"Toshiro?"

"Okay, okay. Enjoy your romantic moments with your lover!"

"Matsumoto, you little—"

The line ended.

The white-haired captain clenched his fists as a vein popped on his forehead. That blasted woman, he swears, she's gonna get it when he returns to Seireitei, just she wait. When the door opened, Ichigo walked in with a bag of snacks and drinks. Toshiro looked up and glanced at what was inside.

"Pocky?"

"Yes, pocky. Never tried them before?"

"Of course not, we don't have those kind of things back in Soul Society."

"Oh yeah," Ichigo blinked, handing him a strawberry pocky. "Rukia didn't know how to open a juice box before…"

"Juice box? You mean the one where you put those sucker sticks in?"

"Sucker sticks?" Ichigo bursted out laughing.

"Shut up!" the little one blushed in embarrassment. "I only tried it once when Rangiku bought me one alright? She has more experience here in the human world than I had. I've always been busy in Soul Society."

"First of all, it's called a straw, and second I know you've been busy—" he said sitting on one of the beds. "That's why I really appreciate you staying here with me at least until I can make it on my own here and in Seireitei."

"They were going to make you captain," the boy mumbled. "I don't understand why you had to refuse…"

"I know," Ichigo said, ruffling Toshiro's fluffy white hair. "But I didn't want to neglect my life here. I'm still human after all."

"That's why you're going to finish your studies and become a great doctor while balancing your responsibilities at Soul Society."

"Yep! You got it right!"

"What's your schedule anyway?"

"Um, well, I have psychology, chemistry and lab—do you think I'll be able to handle the lab?—, expository writing, and calculus."

"What is this calculus you speak of?" Toshiro raised his brow as he opened the pack of pocky that was given to him. "And how do you eat this?" he asked, studying the strange bread stick coated with strawberry.

"Uh, you'll see when you get there, we have the same class anyway." Ichigo shrugged and chuckled at how adorable and curious the young captain was. "You bite it, duh."

Ichigo watched Hitsugaya hesitantly place the stick into his mouth, he ate the uncovered side of the breadstick and the dandelion head made an amused sound.

Toshiro was expressionless, "it doesn't taste like anything, Kurosaki."

"That's because you're eating the end that doesn't have any flavor with it, dumbass."

"Excuse me—"

Much to the whiz captain's surprise, Ichigo bit the other end of the pocky, his face only a few inches away from the now blushing taichou. He smirked when his bite mad a cracking sound; he felt the other boy's heartbeat beating rapidly.

"D-Don't ever do that, you shithead! What if something happened!?"

"Something? Like what?" Ichigo asked, raising his brow because he was curious.

"L-Like… like biting my lip. That will be painful, considering how I'm in this faux body. It'll be twice the pain I could feel back in Soul Society!"

"Biting your lip? Why would I ever do that? If anything, I would have kissed you."

"Shut up, Kurosaki!"

"Fine," he pouted. "I'm never gonna kiss you."

Toshiro bit his lip, "That's not what I mean I-I—"

Score. The guilt trip worked; Ichigo turned around, his back facing the now concerned boy who was trying to reach the taller one's jacket.

"I-Ichigo…"

"YOU SAID MY NAME—"

"No I didn't—"

Ichigo tried to contain his childish squeal and turned once more to hug the guy lower than him. Toshiro really does have his cute sides sometimes, he might not realize it, but Ichigo watches over him from time to time. He never noticed how tight his grip was around the smaller body until he heard a muffled screech.

"KUROSAKI!" the dragon roared.

"Sorry!" I couldn't help it. "Are you done packing by the way?"

Toshiro was a little surprised, "Yeah… I just need to open our textbooks later. I wanted to read a few chapters before we go to class next week."

"What?" Ichigo gasped, shocked. "Why would you do that!? That's a terrible idea!"

"No it's not," Hitsugaya argued. "It's always good to prepare yourself before lessons start."

"Yeah but… first week of classes in college are always about syllabuses and introductions. We don't really get to the good part until later!"

"Kurosaki, would you rather me return to Soul Society and return the day before school starts?"

"Uh, no, I want you to stay."

"Then suck it up! I'm reading over the textbooks whether you like it or not!"

"Fine…"

The two boys were done unpacking and everything was placed where they belong. Toshiro was silently reading over his textbook on his desk while Ichigo was muttering curses to the young captain because he paid no attention to the needy dandelion. Ichigo sighed and sat up from his bed, reached for his psychology textbook and began to read as well.

What he didn't know was that Toshiro casually glanced his way once in a while. Ichigo was so drawn to his textbook that he didn't feel the captain scoot next to him on his bed, looking over what he was reading as well. Ichigo turned; meeting Hitsugaya's eyes within a few inches once more, their hearts skipping a beat together.

"You look really interested, Kurosaki," he said huskily.

"Mmm…" Ichigo said, his eyes going in a haze while his face got closer to the young captain. "Interested in…"

Just before their lips met, Hitsugaya's communicator rang. He pulled away from the orange head and answered, his face flushed really red.

"Ta-i-chou~" Matsumoto sang.

"You called at a wrong time, Matsumoto" Toshiro hissed.

"Why? Were you about to do something with Ichigo-kun~?"

"I-I, no… I was reading my textbooks—"

"I know that stutter well, taichou! You can't fool me~ What were you guys going to do? Hug? Study together? Sleep together? …or more intimate… kiss?"

Hitsugaya breathed in deeply. "What do you want, Matsumoto?"

"Ouch! How mean; I just wanted to check up on how you're doing up there~"

"I'm fine, Matsumoto. Seriously, why are you calling me? You don't finish paperwork that fast."

"You have no faith in me!" Rangiku cried. "That's so mean!"

"Is something bothering you? Tell me."

"I'm just bored without my adorable, cute, annoying—but cute, little tai—"

"I'm going to kill you when I get back."

"OKAY, I'M GOING BACK TO WORK, LOVE YOU TAICHOU!"

"Annoying little… Sorry, Kurosaki, should we go eat dinner?"

No response.

"…Kurosaki?"

He placed the communicator on the desk and shifted to find Ichigo sleeping soundlessly against his shoulders. The orange head was so comfortable sleeping on the frail faux body but the warmth that he was sending out made Toshiro want to pull him closer.

So he did it on a whim, the tenth division captain pulled the sleeping man close to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning on his tuff of orange hair and he was snuggling closer until his arms wrapped around his neck.

"Toshi…ro…" Ichigo mumbled and wrapped his arms around the other's waist. "I wan'ya to kiss'e plee…"

"Dumbass," Toshiro scoffed. "Even in your sleep, you're still asking for it."

Minutes have passed and the ice captain patiently waited for Ichigo to bury himself into deep slumber. Toshiro poked his cheeks curiously, wondering if he would budge but he didn't. Besides his tears, one of the things that Kurosaki Ichigo has never seen is his genuine smile.

A moment like this is important, but the sleeping man wouldn't be able to capture the smile that crept up Toshiro's lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips against the strawberry for an extended amount of seconds. His eyes widened when he heard Ichigo groan and parted quickly just in case he would wake up.

I should get back to reading; I'm getting carried away. It's no good. Toshiro slapped himself mentally and sat up, ready to move out of Ichigo's bed but the arms wrapped around his waist tightened even more, sending the little one flying back to his arms.

"Kiss'meh…" Ichigo puckered up.

Toshiro playfully slapped the sleeping boy's face and snorted. It was hopeless. He closed his eyes and this time, rested his head on Ichigo's broad chest. Slowly and surely, he found himself falling asleep.

I'll wake up so I can move to my bed. Toshiro thought, yawning. Just a few hours of napping with him shouldn't hurt.

Little did the little captain know that he fell asleep too comfortably. Sleeping with Kurosaki… it just felt so right.

Author's Note: Hello! I actually made this story a while back. And I decided to post the first chapter so that I don't lose it from my computer. My main priority right now is my other two stories since it was both a story promised for my friends (this one just came out because I'm rewatching Bleach). As you can see, this is going to be (sort of) an AU story. I was eventually plotting to put Ichigo and Toshiro to Hawaii and fight off some Hollows! We'll see though. I need motivation. ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ;

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