Author's note: I was rushed to the hospital 'cause I fainted again… But no, I didn't neglect my other stories. I just wanted to get this vague idea off my mind.
Warnings: Nothing for now. Full fluff, fluff. I don't know if I should do a lemon… AU fanfic.
Pairings: Implied IchiHitsu, kind or sort of KusaHitsu but, I'm not a big fan of Kusaka, so you know the drill.
Genre: Romance / Humor and a little bit of Angst.
Chapter Summary: Toshirou's birthday is not really a happy one this year.

Kurosaki sneezed at the winter breeze, shivering at the cold sensation that ran down through his black inside shirt. He shoved his shimmering, gloved hands inside the pocket of his coat and turned to the door where his father's friend leaned against it, his face darkening due to the hat he wore and the fan than covered the lower part of his face. Another shiver ran down his spine when his light, feathery, orange hair brushed through the slightly heavy swift of snow.

"Thanks for your hard work, Kurosaki-kun." The manager of the shop beamed happily.

"No problem Urahara-san," He grinned cheekily. "I'm on vacation for two months anyway."

Urahara raised his brow through the darkened hat. "So your dad's really back?"

"Yep. That old bastard better thank me, if he fucks up my patient, I'm going to kill him."

A chuckle came from the owner. "Mah, mah. I'm sure he'll do fine during the surgery."

"I hope so… He'll get a piece of me if he messes up…"

Before the Kurosaki got inside the car, the manager chased after him. "Oh, and Kurosaki-kun?"

Hazelnut-brown eyes darted from his stirring wheels, to the manager's excited gleaming eyes. Kurosaki raised his brow, what the fuck? He looked down to his watch and realized he hasn't gotten that much time left, he sighed mentally and tried to maintain his cool. "Nani?"

"Isn't today the twentieth?"

Now Kurosaki was confused, Urahara could've sworn he'd hit his head with his fan when he saw the idiotic puzzled look on his worker's face. The man shook his head and pouted playfully. He reached for the sole ends of his kimono and held out a bottle of Rosa. Then something clicked on Kurosaki's stupid brain.

Urahara probably thinks he's stressed. The man sweatdropped.

"I don't drink stress off if that's what you're thinking Urahara-sa—"

"Who said you're stressed?" Urahara raised a brow. "Get back to your new dorm, drink a cup, and relax."

The orange-head just shrugged and accepted the Rosa without another word of complaint. When he closed the door, he ran the windows down and waved to Urahara, who obviously had under things in mind. When the young man left his store, Urahara clicked his tongue until he heard his phone ringing. He flipped it, then answered.

"Yep. Rangiku-san, I gave it to 'em."

'Oh, thank you Kisuke-chan!' A cheerful voice sang from the other line. 'I'm sure Hitsugaya would love it when he gets there.'

"I'm pretty sure of it too." There was a pause. "What happened?"

'Seems like my little brother needs a little cheering up on his birthday.'

"That reminds me…" Urahara Kisuke walked inside his room, closing the door behind him. "Ichigo seems to have forgotten."

'Forgot his birthday?' The amusing yet surprised gasp was heard, then a pause came. 'I doubt he'll get mad at Ichigo-kun. He's too upset about his breakup.'

"Eh? What happened?"

'Well… you see… he caught Kusaka making out with a girl…'

Hitsugaya Toshirou growled impatiently, shoving his hands on his pockets outside the bar that his boyfriend recently worked at. The fact that Matsumoto called just in time was even more of a big bother to him. Irritation grew inside of him, and he took his phone out of his jacket, pounding on the numbers heavily as he dialed. He waited, his cold and deep voice calling out.

"Matsumoto, remind me again," The genius grunted, "Why the hell am I waiting for Kusaka to come out of the bar?"

'I saw it all yesterday,' Matsumoto's worried voice echoed. 'I have a bad feeling it'll happen again tonight.'

He was about to ask his big sister what the hell was going on until the door opened, startling the little one to move behind a pole. The color of the things he wore blended in the dark easily, even if he didn't like the color black very well. It was night-time, it's his birthday. Can't he at least spend the last few hours sleeping and appreciate how old he's turning out to be? Hitsugaya lowered his phone in hesitance.

"Well, shit." Turquoise eyes narrowed as his throat began to run dry. He swore.

Because at that moment on, his boyfriend walked out of the bar, one of his arm around a girl with purple hair, and another on her waist. The smart youngin' knew that by the way they wore wicked smile on their faces, it was not a friendship atmosphere that he was searching for. He clenched on his phone in anger, trying his best to stand the heat that started to rise on his face.

It's okay Toshirou, he told himself. It's okay… That's just how Kusaka—

Then, his heart died for a moment. For the girl's lips crashed against Kusaka's moist ones, sealing their giggles and chuckling into a heated kiss and embrace. Toshirou bit his lip, trembling in anger. He raised his phone back to his ear. "Thanks… Rangiku."

'...' A hesitant pause came. 'Head over to Ichigo's after you're done.'

"Why…?" Toshirou's brows furrowed as he observed Kusaka's hand travel down to the girl's neck, down to her thank top, and raised it up. The genius clenched his fists, cracking his knuckles without realizing it.

'He's on vacation. I'm pretty sure you'd wanna see your real lover after this is all over.'

"...We'll see." It was as if Matsumoto unlocked the door to Toshirou's heart. The pounding changed, and the once soft, and calm but panicky heart transformed into a vibrant rage of disappointment and disbelief. He closed his phone, brushed his cool hands against his silver-white hair and tried to keep himself together, but they way Kusaka groped the girl he was with, made him snap.

Oh yes, Hitsugaya Toshirou, erupted.

He got out of his hideout, walking loudly on purpose as the sole of his shoes began to make unusual clicking sounds. When it caught the two's attention, the girl's eyes widened and panicked, as if she knew who he was. Toshirou smirked, watching the girl push Kusaka away and ran for her life before trouble started. His boyfriend was left, frozen on his place, and turning down to the shorter one, who of course, crossed his arms, and his turquoise eyes flamed, demanding an explanation, but no such thing came out.

Anger ran down his veins, and his right arm automatically rose, slapping the taller man across his face, leaving a red mark, oozing in pain with no other complaint. Toshirou scoffed, and snorted at how pathetic this problem is leading to right now.

"I knew it," his deep voice raised. "And yet I still told myself you'll change, that you'll come back to your senses."

"Toshirou I—"

"Don't you fucking dare call me that," he warned coldly.

Kusaka's eyes panicked, his face showing guilt, and the fact that he just got caught made Toshirou laugh bitterly.

"I can explain…" Kusaka said softly, trying to calm himself down to prove his innocence. "Come on Toshirou, let's go—"

"You forgot that it's my birthday, did you?"

Toshirou couldn't help but laugh even more when he watched his 'lover's' eyes realization. Kusaka's personality changed when he knelt down on his knees and grasped the smaller pair of arms against his. They felt incredulously cold, and the feeling from his palm makes him shiver, but he kept that feeling to himself as he watched the pathetic dolt who just got caught, tremble in fear.

"I'm sorry Toshirou," His eyes fluttered. "I didn't forget, I always remembered! But my job—"

"Has nothing to do with our relationship."

"W-What're you…"

Hitsugaya Toshirou shook his head, violently yanking away from Kusaka's grasp and looked at the direction where the girl ran to.

"Go to her."

"W-What?"

"There was another one right?" Toshirou saw him nod weakly. "I know there's two of them. Now go!"

"B-But Toshirou I-I…"

"I don't want to hear it coming out of your mouth, Kusaka Sojiro." The white-haired man spat coldly as he turned around and began to walk away.

"Wait! Toshirou!"

"And, Oh." Toshirou turned, the anger gone, the disappointed left, and his heart came back to its place—empty all over again, but either way, he gave a small, heartbreaking scowl.

"It's Hitsugaya to you."

When Ichigo got home, he stripped off his coat and placed it on the racket next to the organized desk that was rubbing against the wall. He groaned, sighing in satisfaction as he walked over to the couch that circled enough space for the table to be in the center, and the TV professionally placed on top of his dresser. The man took off his shirt, revealing his masculine chest to no one and threw the used clothing on the side of the couch. He dropped tiredly, reaching for the remote and his eyes darted away when he realized the bottle of Rosa rolling down the carpeted floor.

There was something important that he had forgotten, and happened to be so important that he got frustrated over thinking about it. He turned on the TV, placed the remote on top of the center table to grab a hold of the bottle, and down the hall to grab a cup, then back to where he was all over again.

"I think I do need to relax," The strawberry muttered to himself as he filled the cup and took a sip.

So when he realized how strong the drink was, he made a sour expression and stuck his tongue out in rejection of the taste. Either way, he swallowed the liquid and stared at the flickering screen until he grunted in annoyance. His room was starting to get surprisingly hot, and his body was draining, he was sweating.

"Ho, shit." He walked back to the door where he entered and locked it.

"I need to take a shower."

And with that, he left the TV on, laid the cup beside the bottle of Rosa and stripped all the way, leaving tracks of clothes as a sign of his laziness to bother throwing them to the couch. No one else knows where he lives anyway… Well, except for one of course.

Ichigo closed the bathroom door and entered the shower. He stared at his feet and examined the cleansed, white, bathroom that reminded him how much he misses his clinic so badly.

But that was no time to act like a child, he's 23 now anyway. As he shook the feelings off, he turned the switch and steaming water poured down from his head… to toe. His vision turned into a blurr and he squinted his eyes, trying his best to stay awake and persuade himself that he has to fix the mess he's done in his mini living room.

Little did he know, that the only person who had the spare key to his new apartment, walked inside his house. His watery, turquoise eyes looked around, spotting no one but the flickering light that shun from the TV.

"…Ichigo?"