"Who was that?" Ichigo asked as Toushiro trotted into his apartment. Ichigo had opened the door to see some lanky hipster with lavender hair hug Toushiro tightly before walking away. Ichigo frowned when he turned back to wave, and then scowled when Toushiro waved back with a small smile playing at his lips.

"My friend, Sojiro Kusaka," Toushiro answered, kicking off his shoes and brushing past Ichigo to the kitchen. "What's for dinner?"

Ichigo followed, folding his arms across his chest. "I've never seen him before."

"He transferred this semester. We went to the same high school." Toushiro climbed up on the countertop to pull down the plates and cups.

"Is that why he was hugging you like that?" Ichigo leaned against the sink, watching as Toushiro jumped down and placed the plates on the table. "He knows you have a boyfriend, right?"

"It's not like that." Toushiro sighed, before opening the fridge and digging around for some left over take out.

"Really?'

Toushiro turned to face him, holding a box of noodles. "Really. We were good friends in high school; I got a scholarship to come here and he went halfway across the country and we haven't really kept up since. It was nice to see him again, that's all."

"Is he gay?"

Toushiro frowned. "Jealousy doesn't become you, Ichigo."

Ichigo shook his head and went over to help Toushiro finish setting up dinner.

Ichigo caught Toushiro and Sojiro sitting together in the dining hall a few days later. He told himself that there was nothing he should be worrying about, and went about getting his food. When he got back to their table, he noticed that Sojiro was a bit too close to Toushiro for comfort. The two stopped talking when Ichigo pulled up a chair. Sojiro looked up; looking ready to ask Ichigo what the hell he thought he was doing. Ichigo held back a smug grin as he set his tray down and leaned over to peck Toushiro on the cheek. Sojiro's eyes widened and Ichigo could now tell that he was clenching his jaw.

Toushiro was, of course, oblivious to this. He stole a French fry from Ichigo's plate in greeting.

"Hey, babe," he said, sitting down and pulling his fries away from Toushiro.

"Hey," Toushiro answered. "This is Sojiro," he nodded to the lavender-haired boy.

Ichigo had to stop himself from scoffing at his plaid shirt and beanie. Instead, he reached across the table to shake his hand. "Hi, I'm Ichigo, Shiro's boyfriend."

Sojiro swallowed, but shook his hand. "He didn't tell me he was dating anyone."

Ichigo raised his eyebrows at Toushiro.

"I didn't think it was important at the time," Toushiro shrugged and stole another one of Ichigo's fries.

Ichigo snorted. "Not important? We've been dating for nearly five months."

Toushiro shrugged again. Sojiro now looked somewhat disappointed; his grin had disappeared at least.

Later that night Toushiro was sitting at the coffee table working on an essay, fingers tapping a steady beat on his keyboard. Ichigo was trying to read a chapter from his biology textbook, but he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts kept on going back to Sojiro and the way he had been looking at Toushiro.

"He likes you, you know," Ichigo sighed at length, giving up on trying to study.

"Hmm?"

"Sojiro, he has a crush on you."

Toushiro scoffed. "No, he doesn't."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "He does. Didn't you see the way he was looking at you in the dining hall?"

"Don't be ridiculous, Ichigo. Sojiro is just a friend."

"I don't think he sees it like that."

Toushiro stopped typing. "He doesn't have a crush on me. That's impossible."

"You sure? I mean, you're pretty cute. It's not impossible."

Toushiro heaved a huge breath, his shoulders rising to his ears. "It is. I asked him out in high school – to our senior prom – and he said no because he only saw me as a friend."

"Well, maybe he realised his mistake."

"... let's drop this, please."

"Alright," Ichigo sighed and picked up his textbook. "I'm heading to bed now." He gave Toushiro a quick kiss on the forehead before heading to the bedroom.

...

Ichigo had meant to apologise for things getting a bit out of hand. He was ready to admit that he had overreacted, slightly, and was sick of fighting with his boyfriend. It was weird not having Toushiro spend the night at his apartment, or doing homework together after their late classes, or complaining about the shitty dining hall food. Ichigo was honestly ready for things to go back to normal after a few days, but then he saw them in the library. Okay, Sojiro was Toushiro's good friend. He could accept that they were close. Toushiro could have friends or best friends or whatever. That wasn't the problem. The problem was when he looked straight into Toushiro's eyes and smiled, when he put his arm over the back of Toushiro's chair, when he touched his forearm and scooted closer, and when he leaned in to whisper something into his ear-

Ichigo cleared his throat and stepped up to the table. The pair jumped. Sojiro's chair screeched backwards like he knew he had been caught doing something wrong. Ichigo narrowed his eyes, balling his hands into fists inside his hoodie pockets.

"Toushiro," he said, tearing his eyes away from Sojiro. "Can we talk?"

Toushiro sighed and started to pack up his books. "I'll see you in class tomorrow," he told Sojiro as he swung his backpack onto his shoulder. Ichigo followed him outside. They walked in silence for a few minutes.

"So?" Toushiro started.

Ichigo breathed out deeply through his nose. "Okay, fine, I overreacted."

"And?"

"And I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"And?"

"... And I shouldn't have insulted Sojiro."

"And?"

"And?"

Toushiro huffed. "And you have no reason to be jealous."

Ichigo clenched his jaw. "I don't know about that."

"So you don't trust me?"

"I trust you; I don't trust him."

"Oh, so we're still fighting, then?" Toushiro rolled his eyes and sped up. It wasn't much trouble for Ichigo to catch up to him.

"It's obvious that he has a crush on you."

"He doesn't."

"I'm telling you he does. And you know that isn't even the problem. I don't like that he has the audacity to hit on you when he knows that we're dating."

"He's not hitting on me."

"Toushiro." Ichigo sent him an exasperated look.

Toushiro sighed heavily and stopped walking. Ichigo stopped a few steps later and turned around to see Toushiro clench his jaw hard. Ichigo knew then that Toushiro did know about Sojiro's intentions. He either just didn't want to admit that Ichigo was right or was in denial. Either way he was upset, but Ichigo had a feeling that it was not expressly at him. He sighed, and pulled him into a hug. Toushiro tensed at first, but then wound his arms around Ichigo's waist.

"It's not fair," he mumbled into Ichigo's chest. "Why couldn't he have liked me before I met you?"

Ichigo ran a hand through Toushiro's hair, ruffling the thick strands. "Life never works out like that, I guess."

Toushiro pushed his head against Ichigo's hand. "What am I supposed to do now? I can't keep on redirecting him, and I don't want to lose him as a friend."

"Talk to him."

"Then it'll be awkward."

"It'll be better than leading him on."

"I'm not leading him on."

Ichigo scoffed. "If you haven't told him out right that you're not interested then you are totally leading him on."

Toushiro groaned.

"And unless you plan on cheating on me with-"

"Never. Don't even say that."

Ichigo chuckled and wrapped both his arms around Toushiro's shoulders. "I know you wouldn't." He stepped back. "Let's go home."

Toushiro still looked a bit glum, but took Ichigo's hand in his as they walked back to Ichigo's apartment.

This prompt was donated by Maria and was scarily similar to a fic I've been thinking about doing for a while now. Who knows this might be the kick in the butt I needed to start it.

Up next is Nico Zi then Corisanna.

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-Mymomomo