Warning: Yaoi, language, violence, OOCness (hopefully not too bad), tiny spoilers
Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach or any of its characters in anyway. I only write to entertain others and for my own strange, twisted, yet loveable amusement. (And, I only worship Kubo Tite for creating such an amazingly, godly awesome manga and giving us such amazing characters—like these two who are tied for first in my book :3)
Illusions of Ice
Fourth Crystal
"Video…games?"
"Yeah. We're playing Super Smash Brawl which is a fighting game. You pick a character that you want to play as and the objective of the game is to basically beat up everyone else before they kill you. These buttons are to attack, this is to jump, and you use this stick to move," explained the substitute shinigami, showing him on his own controller. (Note: They're using GameCube controllers to play.)
Hitsugaya peered at the controller curiously, baffled slightly.
"Items will pop up on screen and you can use them by pushing this button. If you fall off the stage and can't get back up, you lose. There's a manual, but really, you gotta just play to learn these kinds of things. Plus, you're a supposed tendo so I'm sure that you'll figure it out and do just fine, Toshiro," Ichigo taunted, chuckling at the fuming boy.
"That's Hitsugaya-taichou to you! And I'm not going to play such a childish game," scoffed the tendo, turning away with his arms crossed.
Ichigo smirked, "Oh really? That's too bad. I was really looking forward to beating you. But I guess you're just scared of losing so you're running away. Suit yourself, Toshiro."
"Give me that!" the white-haired boy snapped, snatching up the controller and glowering at the tv screen as a substitution for Ichigo's head.
The substitute shinigami chose to play as Ike while Hitsugaya chose Link.
"Just so you know, I'm going to crush you in this game, so don't take it too hard," declared Ichigo, as the battle commenced.
Snorting lightly, the wounded shinigami retorted, "That arrogance of yours will be your biggest downfall, Kurosaki."
Thirteen matches later, Hitsugaya glared hard at the tv screen as though it would make the winner, Ichigo, magically change. He couldn't believe it. Thirteen times and every time, he had lost. It wasn't even that complicated of a game! It was completely childish and simple for him! And yet…why did he keep losing?!
"Ha! Another easy win for me. You sure you're a tendo, Toshiro?" smirked Ichigo as continued to jab at the other boy's wounded pride. "Maybe they made a mistake."
Hitsugaya tightly clenched the controller to keep from hurling it at the teen's head, snapping as his brows knit together in frustration, "Shut up, Kurosaki! That's Hitsugaya-taichou!!"
"Oh, you wanna go another round?"
The triumphant gloating could not have been made any clearer. A low growl erupted from the back of his throat as he shouted, "Just shut up and pick someone already."
Ichigo laughed.
Two matches later, Ichigo found himself on the losing end of the game's battle. Just how in the world Hitsugaya became a sudden brilliant genius at Super Smash was beyond the substitute shinigami's knowledge. It was almost insane. Narrowed brown eyes watched in disbelief as Fox was knocked off screen, dying instantly. He lost…again.
Hitsugaya could only smirk.
"Last game. This match decides all," the orange-haired boy declared, jaw set firmly.
"Fine."
About ten minutes later, the two were still locked head-to-head in what seemed to be a life-or-death battle of brawl. Nonsensical shouts and elbow jabs and thrusts were aimed to every available spot. Both tried everything to sabotage one another, each fighting both on and off the screen.
"Taiiichou! We're here to…visit…?"
"Yo! Ichi…go?"
Matsumoto blinked as she stared at the sight presented before her. The two were playing…some sort of game? Hitsugaya had his elbow in Ichigo's cheek, pushing his face while Ichigo's foot had found its way to the icy captain's arms in an attempt to push them away. They both were yelling like crazy at the screen however, where Pit was beating up on Toon Link.
"AH! You're CHEATING!"
"I'm not cheating, Kurosaki! Besides, YOU were the one that started this!!"
Rubbing his eyes uncertainly, Renji whispered to the tenth division vice-captain, "Rangiku-san…Is that really, Hitsugaya-taichou?"
"…I'm…not sure."
"You're ELBOW is in my face for god's sake! How can you NOT call that cheating?!" yelled Ichigo, trying to push the white-haired boy away while jamming the buttons viciously on his GameCube controllers.
The diminutive captain growled, his own fingers pushing down rapidly on every button possible as he continued his assault on Ichigo's character, "I'm cheating?! You're the one that is constantly pushing at my controller and interfering!"
"You little brat!"
"Bakayaro!"
A hand covered a quivering mouth as Matsumoto watched the two. Her body shook as she felt tremors of laughter. The busty woman had always known that her captain was cute, personality-wise (and appearance of course), despite acting much older than his age. He was always very collected and mature, never allowing even the tiniest bit of his childish side show in spite of being only at the age of a young, growing child. He never had a chance to break free from the tedious duties of being a captain and just a shinigami of the Gotei 13. And now, he was sitting on the bed, fighting furiously with the substitute shinigami, Kurosaki Ichigo, and yelling over a game, acting far more childishly and closer to his age than Matsumoto had ever seen him in all her years of knowing the boy.
Eyes widening in almost a comical fashion, the teen yelled, "Ahhh! STOP CHEATING!"
"Then move your head, Kurosaki!!" barked Hitsugaya, moving his head from side to side as a head of orange was purposely blocking his line of sight.
"Move your elbow first, brat!!"
"Baka!"
"Dumbass!"
"Dimwit!"
"Prick!"
"Boke!"
Sea-green turquoise eyes met with brown ones, both glowering at one another before promptly turning back to the game with determined, heated glares.
"Uhh…Rangiku-san, shouldn't we report…"
Both their characters flew off screen, Ichigo's character dying a second before Hitsugaya's character. He started at the tv in disbelief, controller held limply in his hands as a cocky smirk stretched the young captain's lips.
"I win, Kurosaki."
There was a short pause before the orange-haired boy yelled, finger pointed at the other accusingly, "You cheated! You definitely cheated! No questions! You cheated ONE HUNDRED percent!!"
"Oh? And how exactly did I cheat, Kurosaki?" smirked Hitsugaya, enjoying the frustration radiating off of the other boy as he crossed his arms.
"Your elbow was in my face the whole entire time, you little brat!" Ichigo yelled, taking the sides of the boy's mouth and stretching them out as far as they could go. The frosty boy struggled, glaring daggers at the other all the while.
Hitsugaya retaliated in the same manner, his own hands finding their way to Ichigo's cheeks and pinching them outward without a second thought, "Your big head was in my way, baka! You don't call that cheating? And who do you think you are calling a 'little brat', bakayaro?!"
"Well that you would be you, wouldn't it now, you idiot tendo! I don't see any other little miniature midgets around here besides you, do you!?"
"'Miniature midget'?! Kurosaki, you've got a death wish, don't you?"
They were in each other's faces quite literally, pulling and tugging all the while yelling.
Laughter bursting from behind caused both boys to turn around, their distorted faces grasped by the other as their eyebrows rose in confusion at the interruption. Seeing Matsumoto and Renji, both clutching their stomachs and gasping wildly for air snapped the piece of common sense back into their heads, and they instantly let go of one another, cheeks red from both pain and embarrassment.
Being the captain in charge, Hitsugaya cleared his throat and asked, trying to reclaim what little dignity, if there was even any left, he could, "Abarai, Matsumoto, what is it?"
Giggling, she replied, "We're just here to give our reports to you, taichou. But if you'd like, we can always come back later, right?" A death glare was thrown at her.
"Where are Madarame and Ayasegawa?" he asked, ignoring his incessantly giggling vice-captain and merely crossing his arms. His collected demeanor was back along with the tight scowl of disapproval and annoyance. Years of practice of allowed him to recover and slip back his mask of indifference easily. Although he still could not get the pink flush to disappear from his cheeks. He still couldn't believe that he had been caught up in such a childish fight. It felt as though a chip of all the years of hard work at trying to throw away that "childishly cute" image he supposedly carried with him was made thanks to that earlier display and that orange-headed baka.
Baka Kurosaki.
Taking a seat on Ichigo's bed, Renji answered accordingly, his laughter having subsided first, "They're both out on patrol. We've noticed that there has been an increase in the number of hollows lately, so none of us can leave the town alone all at once."
He took a seat on the windowsill, arms crossed and leg propped up. "Give me your reports."
Her case of giggles gone, Matsumoto reported, "Like Renji said, there has been a recent influx of hollows. While exterminating them has not been a problem, the fact that more have been appearing is strange."
"We are guessing that Aizen may have something to do with this as well," pointed out Renji, twiddling his thumbs as the atmosphere grew heavy once more at the mention of the despicable name. "Because there has also been an increase in the appearance of low-leveled arrancars as well as the hollows. None of the arrancars are even past the fukutaichou—no, not even past a third seated officer level."
"Along with that, some of the arrancars have come with cryptic messages which make no sense at all," the redheaded woman added. "It seems as though these arrancars are only being used as messengers of some sort."
His brows wrinkled together in deep thought as Hitsugaya listened, his eyes focused on the brilliant blue sky outside.
"There is a reason for all of this. Aizen is not the type of person who would just experimentally send out more hollows and arrancars for fun. He has a reason behind all this," remarked Hitsugaya, letting out an unnoticeable sigh. "
Seeing the captain tightly wound in shinigami business and captain duties once again, Ichigo frowned as he crossed his arms, his frustration building. It took him over an hour to loosen up the boy and it took not even two words about hollows and arrancars and Aizen to get him wrapped up in his work and Soul Society junk again. He didn't mind the fact that Rangiku-san and Renji were reporting since Toshiro needed to be informed of the town's status in order to be on top of things. However, he did mind the fact that all thoughts of relaxation had left the young boy's mind and were immediately replaced with responsibilities and duties at the mention of these reports. A resting person was supposed to take it easy. Not constantly have work hanging over his head every five seconds. Argh, and he had been making great process too, in getting the young boy to relax and loosen up. He rolled his eyes. Typical Toshiro thought process.
"Could it be, taichou, that Aizen may be moving at a faster speed than we had assumed?"
"I doubt it. The hougyoku has yet to be fully awakened according to all the research that Urahara Kisuke left behind and informed us of upon our arrival. By these pointless attacks and useless tactics…it more seems as though Aizen is taunting us in his subtle ways. He's warning us in a taunting way."
Renji exchanged glances with Matsumoto, voicing both their questions, "Warning us of what, taichou?"
"That our defeat is imminent."
Their eyes widened as both vice-captains began to yell.
"Don't the two of you get it?" the frost captain retorted to their shouts, the stern tone grabbing their attentions and shutting them up instantly. "The fact that Aizen is sending more hollows is to show us that he has control over them. That he is able to freely rule the hollows whom choose to obey him now. The fact that he is sending more arrancars is to show to us that he is able to make more and more arrancars at his whim and is building up his army of arrancars to fight against us in this upcoming war. He wants to show off his power to us. He wants to show us that no matter what the Gotei 13—no, no matter what Soul Society and the living world do, no one can stop him."
The precarious silence was shattered by a, "So what?"
All three heads swiveled to gaze at the orange-haired shinigami.
"What are you talking about, Ichigo? This is serious!" Renji shot back, agitated at his lack of concern.
The substitute shinigami shrugged his shoulders, "So what? If this Aizen guy is taunting us by showing us that he can make however many arrancars he wants, than all we have to do is get stronger to shove it right back in his face that no matter how many of those dumbass things he makes, we'll kick their asses."
A tiny, fleeting smirk upturned the corners of ice-zanpakutou wielder. Typical Kurosaki comment.
Renji snorted, but could not help the grin overcoming his features. "Well, you make at least some smart comments, Ichigo."
"Hey!"
"I agree with Ichigo! We can't just sit here brooding over what our next move should be!" exclaimed Matsumoto cheerfully. She stood up, running a hand through her long hair. "I'm going to go shopping now before the evening rush! See you all later! Oh, and by the way Ichigo."
The called for boy looked up questioningly. Throwing him a wink, she chirped, "Call me the next time you and taichou decide to play that weird thing of yours!"
Hitsugaya gaped at his departing vice-captain as she waved a photo of the two of them in their head, or rather, face-lock. It was a priceless photo of one Hitsugaya Toshiro acting his own age for once. One that Ichigo reminded himself to ask Rangiku-san for a copy one of these days…
"I should be getting back as well. I'm supposed to be cleaning Urahara-san's shop today," said Renji, leaving the room with a grimace at the thought of the job. The shop was unusually dusty today too…
With Renji gone as well, Ichigo couldn't help but tease, "I wonder if Rangiku-san is willing to give me a copy of that picture…"
The reaction was immediate and expected. The white-haired shinigami turned sharp teal eyes at him, saying pointedly, "Shut up, Kurosaki. Just shut up. I swear, if even one word of what happened while we were playing those 'video games' of yours gets out, and I'll freeze you to death with Hyourinmaru."
"Ooh, scary. But are you sure that you can pull off that threat of yours?" grinned the substitute shinigami, pointing to the boy's chest. "Or have you forgotten that you're handicapped for the time being and under my care?"
Hitsugaya growled.
And the last thing Ichigo could register was a controller flying towards his head with a fuming captain glaring at him. Strange. He could have sworn that controllers didn't fly. Unfortunately, he couldn't register the immediate danger quick enough and thus, was left with a bruise to his forehead and a glare of his own.
"Still think that I'm incapable of carrying out my so-called 'threat', Kurosaki?"
Ichigo glared at him with narrowed eyes, grounding out, "You little brat…"
The teen found himself eating his own pillow. How could that tiny body make a pillow hurt?! And then sit back all innocently as though nothing ever happened?! Grumbling, Ichigo tossed the pillow back onto the bed, rubbing his forehead.
"How many times do you I have to tell you, Kurosaki? It's Hitsugaya-taichou," the snowy captain corrected firmly. Ignoring the continued grumbling of the other, he closed his eyes as a faint breeze blew. The wind danced across his face, swaying his gravity-defying snow white hair. He leaned in to the breeze, enjoying the gentle cold feel against his skin and the resonating calm silence.
Ichigo opened his mouth to speak when he saw the young boy nodding at the feel of the wind, a peaceful look crossing his face as the sun's rays shone against the pale skin, causing an iridescent glow. He found himself engrossed in the sight, brown eyes intently watching Hitsugaya in an uncertain awe.
Why…Why was he staring?
The substitute shinigami could not seem to tear his eyes away from the sight of the young boy, bathed in the warm rays of fading sunlight and hair swaying in the wind's touch. He felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch a cheek… Ack! What the hell was he thinking?!
Feeling eyes on him, sea-green turquoise eyes opened inquisitively. Glancing at the other boy out of the corner of his eye, he asked in a slightly disgruntled tone to hide the strange warmth crawling onto his cheeks, "How long do you plan on staring, Kurosaki?"
Head shaking, he remarked, hand awkwardly running though his hair, "Ah, sorry bout that."
"Onii-chan! Hitsugaya-kun! Dinner is ready!"
"Think you're well enough to finally go down and eat with my family?" asked Ichigo, standing up from the chair as he silently thanked his younger sister for her impeccable timing. "Cause you know, you might be a bit uncomfortable around my family…"
Scoffing, the tenth division captain replied easily, "It's fine."
The truth was, Hitsugaya was unsure of how to deal with Kurosaki's family. He could deal with the loud-mouthed, brash teen but his family…? That was a completely different story. In the past week that he had been temporarily residing here, the only times he had interacted with Kurosaki's family was the first day he had gotten here. Since he had been wounded so severely, his meals had always been brought up to him.
"You sure, Toshiro? If you don't want to, we can just eat later when they're done or eat up here in my room."
"That's Hitsugaya-taichou to you." Ichigo rolled his eyes at the automatic reply as the shinigami continued, "I'm going to run into your family members soon or later, Kurosaki. I cannot just live here without ever meeting them."
"Eh…that's true I guess. Well, alright then. Let's go."
With a nod, he hopped off the window onto the bed and then onto the grounds, one hand sweeping through his white spikes while the other found its way to his pocket. As he walked behind the other boy, Ichigo halted abruptly causing the tendo to nearly bump into his back.
"Oi, Kurosaki. Don't just stop so suddenly."
"Hey Toshiro, don't mention any of that 'taichou' stuff, alright? My family doesn't know about me being a shinigami and I want to keep it that way." Despite not receiving an answer, Ichigo knew that the boy wouldn't say anything.
Following behind the once more moving taller boy, Hitsugaya felt himself wince ever so slightly at the sounds of Kurosaki's family.
"Oh what am I supposed to dooooo?! Do I ruin the prime of Ichigo's young youth or just leave him be so that he can take the proper course of action?! Tell meeeee!"
A loud smacking sound could be heard and the two made it down just in time to see Ichigo's father on the floor, twitching.
"Hey Ichi-nii, Hitsugaya-san."
"Ah, please take a seat Hitsugaya-kun!" Yuzu smiled, gesturing to the only unoccupied seat: the one right next to Ichigo and across from Isshin. Hitsugaya groaned inwardly at his luck as he sat down, subtly scooting away from the brash teen.
"So Toshiro-kun! How did you meet our boy here, Ichigo?"
A silvery eyebrow twitched at the added suffix to his given name but replied fluidly, "I attend the same school as Kurosaki. We meet a few months before."
"Hmm…suspicious," commented Isshin aside before turning back with an 'everything's-OKAY!' grin.
Chewing on her chopsticks, Karin added, "The two of you must be really, really close."
Hitsugaya unnoticeable choked on his rice as Ichigo swallowed the fish in his mouth whole, coughing at his younger sister's perceptiveness. A small hand pounding his back, Ichigo drained his glass of water.
"Did I say something wrong? After all, Ichi-nii, you never bring home friends. Especially not for such a long time. Which must mean that the two of you are really close," reasoned the raven haired girl, pointing her chopsticks at the two of them who merely stared at her.
"Really…close…?"
Forcing a laugh, Ichigo covered quickly, "Really? I don't bring over my friends? Never noticed. Well either way, yeah, I guess you're right about that."
Isshin leaned in, saying, "Ichigo…just how close did you say that the two of you were?"
"Shut up, you perverted old man!" shouted the strawberry, throwing pickled radish at his father with his chopsticks. His cheeks were painted with the slightest tint of red.
"I am just concerned for Toshiro-kun's wellbeing!"
"For Hitsugaya-kun's?" piped Yuzu, confused.
Head nodding, Isshin stood up in his chair striking an outrageous pose. "That's right! Ichigo is still so innocent and naïve, I'm worried about poor Toshiro-kun! He doesn't know what to do when his hormones act up and he might mistake it as a stomachache! Or the need to pass gas! And poor Toshiro-kun will be left with nothing! Then how sad will that be?! Ichigo, confused and Toshiro-kun, feeling rejected! AH! It's too tragic! I refuse to allow them to end up this way!!"
"He's making up the whole story in his head again…"
Hitsugaya tried to hide his horror while the other boy openly expressed his.
"DA-DAD! What the hell are you talking about!? Stop saying weird things!!" Ichigo yelled, throwing a bowl at the older Kurosaki's head. He easily dodged the flying plate and tsk'ed.
"It's okay, Ichigo! You don't have to worry about a single thing! Daddy will teach you EVERYTHING you need to know about the birds and the bees! Or wait…would it be the bees and the bees…?" Isshin pondered, hand stroking his chin. A fist collided with his face.
The chopsticks currently in Hitsugaya's grasps snapped in half as he concentrated on trying to suppress his anger and embarrassment. Veins popping, he massaged his temples, the broken pieces of the eating utensil dumped onto the table.
Horrified, Ichigo bristled, "I'm not freakin' twelve anymore! I already know everything there is to know! No, more importantly, WHY are you talking about this when I have a friend over?! No! Why are you even talking about this AT ALL!?"
"Because Ichigo! It's just another………lesson of life!" beamed Isshin, giving a thumbs up to the gaping teen and taichou.
Ichigo let out a strangled groan and grabbed the child prodigy by the wrist, his quick steps headed back up to his room; before he should strangle his father for his madness.
"Ah! Onii-chan! Hitsugaya-kun! What about your dinners?" cried out Yuzu, dismayed at their abrupt departure.
"We'll eat later!"
The slamming of a door could be heard and felt as the whole house rumbled. Letting out a sigh, Karin said pointedly, "Should have just kept quiet."
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"I can't believe him," vented Ichigo, glaring heatedly at his bed. "What the hell was he thinking? Talking about something like that."
"Kurosaki."
"For god's sake! Doesn't he have any sense?"
"Kurosaki."
Nearly seething, the substitute shinigami continued on, "Geez, always saying weird stuff like that. Stupid perverted old man."
"Kurosaki!"
Brown eyes turned down at the fuming boy next to him who appeared to be slightly flushed. Rubbing the back of his head, he remarked apologetically, "Sorry bout that Toshiro. I didn't think my Dad would start talking about all that weird crap."
"Kurosaki! Will you shut up and listen to me for even just one second?!" snapped the icy captain, eyes flashing in an annoyed manner.
"Uh…right…What do you…need?"
Voice strained, he managed out, "Your…hand…"
"My…hand? What about it?" inquired Ichigo, puzzled at his words. What was wrong with his hand? It wasn't like it was… Oh. His eyes had wandered down to find out that his hand was still holding onto a smaller one belonging to none other than Hitsugaya. Releasing the petite hand from his grasp in a seemingly reluctant manner, Ichigo grinned sheepishly. "Sorry about that too, Toshiro."
"……It's Hitsugaya-taichou, baka," muttered the white-haired boy, taking a seat on the other's bed. His eyes remained glued to the floor.
Coughing at the awkward atmosphere that blanketed them, the strawberry said, "Well, I'm gonna take a shower first."
"Hm."
Ichigo shut the door behind him, leaving the diminutive captain all to himself and his thoughts. He let out the weary sigh he had been holding in, a hand holding his head which was beginning to ache.
It wasn't as though he hadn't tried to free his hand from the taller boy's clutch. He did try, multiple times. But that idiot just wouldn't let go! It was almost as though…he didn't want to let go. Why wouldn't he want to let go…? Shaking his head, Hitsugaya stared down at his hand. He could still feel the other's warmth tingling against his skin.
A tight scowl on creasing his brows, the tenth squad captain easily squashed the thoughts as he had years of practice to go on. Shaking his hand, he laid back onto the bed, enjoying the softness of the blanket and pillow. He took a deep breath as he buried his nose into the cushiony pillow, inhaling Ichigo's scent. As strange as it was, Hitsugaya found himself growing sleepy as the scent lulled him into a comforting slumber. Figuring that it was just his body growing tired from the long day, he wholeheartedly closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into the abyss of sleep.
Fifteen minutes later, Ichigo popped back into the room, towel over his head as he announced, "Yo Toshiro, the bath's…free…." He stopped mid-sentence at the sight of the tendo, curled up on his bed with his pillow. His hands fell in front of his face, hiding him.
Taking a seat at his desk, the substitute shinigami studied the sleeping captain curiously. The permanent-seeming scowl was gone and his brows which were usually wrinkled together were smoothed out. All traces of his cool, distant demeanor were erased leaving nothing but a serene, innocent face behind. Ichigo could see that the overbearing duties of a taichou of the Gotei 13 were lifted from him. From his mind. He had nothing left to hide behind.
'He looks so………peaceful. Like he hasn't got a care or worry in the world… Heh…guess this is what Toshiro looks like when he isn't under the pressures of being a taichou, huh. ………The little brat actually looks…cute.'
Ichigo mentally slapped himself. Juuban tai taichou, Hitsugaya Toshiro was not cute. Not even when he was sleeping and didn't have that permanent scowl etched onto his face. (A/N: Juuban tai taichou – Tenth Squad Captain)
As he gazed at the boy longer however, he was beginning to doubt his previous statement. So maybe the child prodigy was cute when sleeping…although it was only a tiny, miniscule bit. Ichigo could feel the need to bash his head into a wall rising as he felt the urge to brush a pale cheek return once more from earlier before, only with more vigor and strength this time. Fingers ghosting over the other's skin, the orange-haired teen caught himself just in time. Head shaking in an attempt to wake himself up, Ichigo blamed his momentary insanity as a result of the long day.
However, the teen could not deny the fact that he felt all his troubles melting away as he continued to watch the young taichou slumber. It felt as though all the heavy burdens were being lifted from his shoulders, leaving him with a comforting, soothing feeling.
The sounds of soft, even breathing reached his ears and involuntarily brought a smile to his lips. Brown eyes softened as they continued to watch nothing but Hyourinmaru's wielder in a tranquil rest, the rest of the world gone from his sight and all his own worries gone from his mind.
A/N: Ack this chapter seems really messy to me…if that makes any sense XD Anyways, I always imagined Toshiro to be amazing at video games if he ever played and since he's so competitive, I figured that Ichigo would be able to beat out the child in him through the said method! (although, I think that I only accomplished getting Toshiro into being OOC ;u;) Hehe, I wish I could see Ichigo and Toshiro playing video games and getting in each other's faces! That would be so cute X3
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