Summary: HitsuHina AU: Momo is new in Seireitei High and since her first day, she's been curious about the loner Toshiro Histugaya, who is as cold as ice to everyone...except her. Well, at least not as much. Will Momo melt his frozen heart?

i love Hitsuhina, don't you? ^^


The school bell rang just as Toshiro made it into last class. A couple kids sniggered, a few shoved him as he walked to his seat at the back, yet he kept his gaze down as they whispered harsh words to the people around them.

"Loser."

"Orphan!"

"Bastard kid."

"Murderer."

The last one felt like it him in the face. He noticed that the one who said it was Gin, Matsumoto's creepy boyfriend. Said teen simply smirked his creepy smirk.

"What did you say!" Toshiro yelled at him, silencing the rest of the class.

"I think we both know what I said, Murderer." he replied calmly.

"I didn't kill anyone!" Toshiro growled. In the corner of his right eye, he could see the shock on Momo's face. So much for having something in common.

"We all know that's not true, Murderer."

"I didn't fucking kill her!" Toshiro raged, leaping on him. Gin reacted too late and was sent crashing to the floor, Toshiro pinning him on his back while punching him in his face. He managed to get two blows in before Chad and Ichigo pulled him off, only for Renji to get up and kick Toshiro in the gut. Toshiro doubled up in pain and fell to the ground.

Momo gasped as Renji kicked him again, sending Toshiro sprawling. It was last period, and our sensei was late. Chad and Ichigo had backed off; they didn't like Toshiro, but they don't hit people for fun. Ikkaku, Matsumoto, Gin and Zaraki were surrounding Toshiro as he lay on the floor, all looking ready to give him a good 'lesson'. She couldn't bear it any longer.

"STOP IT!" she shreiked.

Everyone looked at her. Her hands were shaking at her sides, balled into fists. She stood there, very near tears. She bit her lip. From his view on the floor, Toshiro looked up at the girl he'd made aquaintances with not an hour ago.

"Momo," Rukia said, grabbing her arm, but she wrenched it away, turning on her and the others.

"How can you all just sit there and watch? Does this happen so often you guys don't care? Do you pretend not to notice as he gets beaten up?"

"Momo, its just Toshiro," Rukia said matter-of-factly, like that explained everything.

"Yeah, Bastard Kid here doesn't have any family to run to anyways." Renji snickered. That did it. Momo stomped right up to him and slapped him in the face.

"You don't know how cruel life can be when you have no family, without assholes like you making it worse!" she screamed. Hot tears streaked her cheeks.

"I doubt that." Matsumoto shrugged. "He probably gets lot of people pitying him and his foster parents treat him like a god, from what I've heard."

"What would you know, you're just a stuck-up bitch!" Momo retorted, glaring. There were some oohs and Matsumoto herself looked shocked. "I on the other hand, know very well how painful it is to have no family!" Whispers ran around the room like waves on the shore. "I know what its like. I know what its like." she repeated. When no-one spoke, she moved to Toshiro. Matsumoto jumped back, as if she would hurt her. Toshiro had sat up on his elbows, and had listened to her in awe. Was that really the same girl as the shy newbie that morning?

He winced only slightly when she pulled him roughly to his feet. She quickly grabbed their bags and grabbed his arm, pulling it over her shoulders as she supported him to the door. Shunsei decided that was the perfect moment to return.

"Hello class- What in the name of tea happened to Hitsugaya?" he asked, appalled.

"Why don't you ask Gin-kun, Matsumoto-san, Renji-kun and everyone else, sensei. Though I doubt they'll give you the truth." Momo snapped.

"W-wait, what? Where are you going?"

"What does it look like? The school nurse."

"Momo, I'm fine-" Toshiro tried.

"Like hell you are!" Momo glared at him, leftover anger and adreneline making her look positively scary. "You need treatment."

Shunsei had already returned to the class, leaving them to slowly make their way down the hall to the stairs to the nurse's office. Toshiro leaned on Momo as he grunted with each step.

"Not so bad," he muttered, wiping sweat off his brow as they made to the floor below. Momo caught the this time he didn't add.

"How often does that happen?" Momo murmured, looking up at him with big, sorrowful eyes. Toshiro scowled.

"Often," he growled. "Surprise attacks seem their specialty." They got to the nurse's office and Momo sat him down on a chair while she explained to the nurse what'd happened. The nurse was extremely kind and said she give him a check-up and bandage him as good as new. She ushered Toshiro into a room with a bed, asking him to take off his hoodie so that she could check for bruises and any possible internal damage. Momo became paranoid after two seconds of sitting in the waiting room, so she peaked in through the ajar door.

Toshiro sat on the side of the bed, his hoodie off, plus the white vest he had on underneath. Momo sucked in her breath; ohmygodheisfuckinghot. He didn't quite have a sixpack, but he was defenately on his way there. She frowned a little at the mottled bruises on his rubcage, but it was soon replaced with a grin when the nurse teasingly asked him if he worked out a lot. He replied with a, Yes, I do work out a lot, but just your basic athletics and some kick boxing. That explains the well-aimed punches earlier, Momo thought. The nurse laughed and replied with something along the lines of girls appreciating young men like him, but it only made him scoff. He was shaking his head at something else she had said when he noticed Momo peeping in through the door.

"Do you like what you see?" he smirked at her, making her gasp and blush. She hid behind the door a moment, and when she was sure she wasn't a tomato any more, she opened the door fully to lean on the door frame.

"Are you alright?" she asked, worried. The nurse clacked over in her heels and patted her shoulder.

"Oh, he's fine dearie. Few bruises, but nothing broken. The stairs are going to be hell on earth for him for the rest of the week though. Are you the girlfriend?"

Momo shook her head, blushing. Toshiro chuckled, receiving a glare from her, and he realised that she thought he was laughing at the thought of them two together.

"Oh, I wasn't being mean," he apologized. "It's just that we haven't known each other for longer than a couple hours."

"Well," the nurse said, tossing Toshiro's vest and hoodie back at him, "they say the first few hours together are the deciding ones of a good or bad relationship; I'd say that you two have the start of a very, very good one." She gave him some pain killers and left the room as he put on his vest again, though after a glance at the warm sun outside, he left his hoodie off. After easing himself off the bed, the white-haired boy shuffled over to the raven-haired girl and used her shoulder for support.

"You seem pretty damn willing to help someone like me," he said casually after a while of walking in silence out of school. The nurse had let them go early. Momo shrugged.

"I wanted to help you."

"Any particular reason?"

"Not out of pity, before you think that." Momo unconsciously wrapped an am gently around his waist as the steps infront of school appeared before them. He squeezed her shoulders in silent gratitude that she wouldn't make fun of his inability to walk up and down stairs on his own. "More like...instinct."

"Instinct? Like predator instinct? Are you planning on hunting me?" he grinned.

The peach girl laughed. "No, baka. It's just this little voice inside me that helps me sort out wether or not someone's trustworthy, or if they need me, or if I need them."

"Which one made you help me? Trustworthyness, me needing you or you needing me?"

"...all three, I think." Momo smiled wistfully, confusing Toshiro a little. He let go of her shoulders.

"I'll see you tomorrow then." he said quickly, starting to hobble off in the direction of his foster parent's house.

"Mou, Shiro-chan, you said we would hang out after school! I can at least help you home."

"Don't call me that." he frowned.

"Why not? It's cute!" she smirked. He glared at her.

"It makes me sound cute! I'm not cute! Does it look like I'm a person who describes 'cute' well?" he growled. Momo felt like telling him that right there, with his fluffy white hair and the very cute tuft falling in his face, his unusual teal eyes shining defiant, the curve of his slightly pouting lips and his couragious yet wounded posture and the fact that she could still faintly see his abs through his vest made her want to leap onto him and make out with him like there was no tomorrow.

"You have no idea," she sighed; when he looked at her funny she blushed and walked over to him. "Now, seeing as you promised to hang out after school, can I help you home?"

"Fine." he muttered, draping his arm across her shoulders again. Momo tried not to think about how she fitted under his arm. Toshiro tried not thinking about that too.


hehehehehe Shiro-chan is just soo friggin' CUTE! He just won't admit it, mou. ^^ R&R if you like!