Author's Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Midterms are killing me, I swear...

Which would explain why this chapter is so short. And also, there's another Blades of Glory reference in here.

When lunch time arrived, the seating arrangements were quite predictable. Ichigo sat with the usual group; Ishida, Chad, Keigo, and Mizuiro. Matsumoto had scurried off to join Orihime and her friends, and the rest of the shinigami were making their way over.

Keigo nudged Mizuiro. "I call dibs on whitey," he whispered.

Mizuiro shrugged. "Suit yourself. He's too young for me anyway."

Ichigo simply glared venomously at Keigo, as if his very gaze could bore smoldering holes into his skull. He suppressed the urge to lunge at him and throttle him, because he knew his moment of triumph would arrive shortly.

Presently, Renji, Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Hitsugaya all reached the scene and plopped their cute little shinigami rears down amongst the group.

Ichigo made a point to smile at Hitsugaya and pat the spot next to him. "Hey, Toshiro, sit with me?"

Hitsugaya merely nodded and seated himself where Ichigo had indicated. The strawberry sent a smug grin in Keigo's direction.

But Keigo was not going down without a fight. "Hello, new friend," he beamed, addressing Hitsugaya. "My name's Asano Keigo. Would you care to share a milk carton with me?"

What the hell?

Hitsugaya stared blankly at him. Talk about tactless. He opened his mouth to scold the brown-haired student, but before he could utter a single word, he felt the words being denied escape as Ichigo sealed his lips with a kiss.

The strawberry broke the kiss a few moments later before placing an arm affectionately around Hitsugaya's shoulders. "You honestly don't have to answer to such a stupid question," he shrugged. "It's not worth your time."

Keigo's eyes bulged in horror. He was blowing it, blowing it…

"Oh, right," Renji suddenly said. "You're going out with Hitsugaya-taichou now, aren't you, Ichigo?"

"Really?" Ikkaku inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Wow. You're a lucky guy, Ichigo."

Hitsugaya instantly began to blush furiously, and Ichigo patted him reassuringly as if to insist that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.

Keigo looked like he was going to vomit blood.

Yumichika glanced at the defeated boy, sniffing in disdain. "Such an ugly facial expression," he commented. "No wonder Hitsugaya-taichou doesn't like you. I know I certainly wouldn't. Your face is terribly ungainly."

Keigo turned to look at him, and his expression changed from one that was devastated and broken-hearted to one of manic delight.

"You know, you're not bad-looking, either…"

"Yes, yes, I know," Yumichika sighed, fluffing his hair disdainfully. "I know I'm very pretty, but just so you know, ugly people like you are really not my type."

Back to the devastated-apocalypse-doom look.

When the weekend finally came back around, Ichigo was completely relieved to escape from the hell hole called "school." However, it left him kind of bored, and he wasn't too sure what he felt like doing.

He'd really like to see Hitsugaya again, he decided, but he didn't want to annoy the boy by pestering him to go out with him for a bite to eat or something of the somewhat.

His pondering was interrupted when the phone suddenly rang, which sent the strawberry launching himself from his bedroom floor to the bedside table, where he seized the phone from the receiver with much conviction.

"Hello?"

"Ichigo?"

Ichigo frowned. "Yeah, it's me. What do you want, Renji?"

"Well, Matsumoto and Orihime are out again…so me, Ikkaku, and Yumichika are all heading down there to keep Hitsugaya-taichou company. I bet you want to come too, right?"

"Damn straight I do!"

"Okay, we're meeting there in half an hour-"

Ichigo didn't wait for Renji to finish the sentence before he tossed the phone back onto the receiver, scrambling to hi feet and making a mad dash for his closet. He pulled the door open with a flourish, throwing on a quick outfit.

He observed his reflection in the mirror for a moment, deciding his outfit would suffice, before he bounded down the stairs like a jackrabbit late for a date.

Without even saying a word to his father or sisters, he charged out the front door and scrambled down the sidewalk, nearly tripping in his haste. However, he couldn't waste any time getting over there. He imagined Hitsugaya was lonely, home alone, all by himself, and he was eager to see him again.

After a brisk jog that left him panting slightly, he finally reached the Inoue residence.

He stepped up to the door, opening it with ease, seeing that it wasn't locked.

"OI!" he yelled rather rudely. "Where are you guys?" He glanced to the side, noticing that there were several pairs of shoes lined up, denoting that Ikkaku, Yumichika, and Renji had already arrived.

Furthermore, sounds of talking and shouting from the living room told him which way to go in order to find the rest of them. He took off his shoes as well, making his way into the adjacent room, based on his sense of hearing.

Several shouts managed to pique his curiosity. What the hell was going on?

"Just do what I asked you, dammit!"

Ichigo blinked. "Renji?" he muttered.

A loud scream interrupted his thoughts.

"S-Stop it! You filthy pig! Get off me!"

He blinked again. He could recognize that voice anywhere. It sounded most definitely like Hitsugaya, and a Hitsugaya in distress at that.

As he stepped into the room, the sight that was waiting to greet him was enough to make his eyes widen and his mouth open and close in horror.

It wasn't the fact that Ikkaku and Yumichika were sitting on the couch like nothing was happening, Ikkaku brandishing a bottle of sake in one hand, a bottle of booze in the other.

It was the fact that Hitsugaya was sprawled on the floor, clad in nothing but a set of white boxers, an expression of sheer terror in his aqua eyes.

Worse yet was the fact that Renji was on top of him.

Ichigo opened and closed his mouth like a mentally retarded goldfish before the enormity of it all finally hit him in the face.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO TOSHIRO!?"

"I-Ichigo!" Renji spluttered, springing away from Hitsugaya in horror. "It's not what it looks like! I swear! I was only…I…"

"You sex demon!" Ichigo screeched, pointing a finger accusingly at Renji. "You…You sex fiend! Impure! Impure! Impure!"

"No!" Renji shrieked. "I didn't do anything to him, honest!"

Ichigo crossed his arms across his chest with an infuriated huff of breath. "Thanks a lot, Renji. You invite me over, and when I come, what do I find? You of all people, raping my boyfriend. My boyfriend."

"I can explain, if you can just wait and calm down first…"

"Then explain. I'm a patient guy. I can wait all day…."