AN: yay! new chapter! :D i cannot wait to write the later chapters. they are going to be so freaking awesome. sorry, i just had to say. anyways, there isn't really anything to say. read on my friends! :D and don't forget to review! :) implied ichiruki (later in the story, it gets more definite)

"Your Skirt's Too Short"

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It had been two days since Toshiro and Nasako had arrived in Karakura, and there had been no sights of the disappearing hollows. It was a Monday morning when Ichigo had yawned loudly, arms reaching for the sky. He walked to a box while the two shinigami had still slept soundly. Toshiro had been nestled very close to the couch, the blanket that Ichigo had to throw over him after they had fought about what to eat covering his tiny body. Nasako had slept on the couch, almost falling off of it onto Toshiro, Ichigo also having to position her so she would not fall onto him. He sighed irritably and went a box that sat on the counter, reaching for a knife, he cut the tape that held it together, peering into the box.

Ichigo 'ah-ed' and pulled out the uniforms his father had been so kind to order for the two shinigami. Ichigo sighed once more, Rukia emerging from the bedroom with her fingers rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Ohayo..." She mumbled, sitting down in a seat. "Oh, yeah..." He muttered, unfolding the clothing and setting them onto the table. "What's that?" Rukia asked furrowing her brow. "Toshiro's... and whatever her name is uniforms." Rukia frowned, fingering the soft fabrics. "They have to come with us?" It was Ichigo's turn to frown. "Do you want them to stay here and wreck the house without us here?" Rukia took a moment to comprehend before she shook her head. "That's what I thought."

"What?" Asked Toshiro as he sat up, throwing Nasako's arm that hung in front of him with a disgusted face. Ichigo and Rukia peered at the white-haired taicho who sat up with sleep-tousled hair. He rubbed his head sleepily, yawning as he stood up. "Oi, Matazashi. Wake up." He said, shaking his third seat's shoulders. She groaned and turned onto her side, pulling Toshiro with her slightly. "Damn it. Matazashi." He said a little louder than before, lifting her up from the couch. "No, it's too early..." She mumbled sleepily. He slapped her cheek with his calloused fingers gently, Nasako's eyes opening up at the warm feeling. "Don't touch my face." She snapped, shoving his hands away from her face.

He scoffed, trudging towards the table where the uniforms sat. "Oh, not this again." He muttered, Nasako towering over him slightly. "What again?" She asked, her fingers tangling in her abnormal hair. "School." Nasako looked him in the eyes as she scowled. "Are you for real?"

"Matazashi." Toshiro called once more, racing up the steep hill to his third seat, her fingers clicking against the the small keyboard on her Soul Phone. "What?" She answered for the fifth time, not looking up. As he made his way behind her, Toshiro let his fingers tug at the back of her skirt. Nasako turned around to glare at her taicho, slapping his hand away. "What the hell are you doing?" She snapped. He scowled at her, his fingers grasping the smooth and soft cloth. "Your skirt's too short." He informed her, pulling it down. "Stop it!" She barked, an embarrassed glow appearing onto her face. He ignored her loud pleas as he continued to pull it down until it looked right. "I don't want people following you back to Kurosaki's." Toshiro said as a matter of fact. Nasako looked back down onto the screen, a smirk forming on her face.

"Does that mean you find me attractive, Taicho?" Nasako asked as his face flushed. "...NO! I-I just d-don't want guys following you...— Ugh, y'know what. I'm not talking to you." Toshiro muttered, walking on in front of her. Ichigo and Rukia had been watching from behind, glancing at each other occasionally. They soon caught up with them and entered the school grounds, getting many envious and adoring looks from the students around. Toshiro peered at his third seat's skirt higher than he had had it. Toshiro sighed irritably, taking the skirt into his grasp, he pulled it back down.

"Hey! I told you to stop!" Nasako yelled loudly, hopping away from him, getting confused looks from the students around them. "Is that a way to talk to your taicho?" He growled stubbornly, pulling the skirt down. The female shinigami sighed touchily, walking through the doors. Many people had watched the four shinigami as they made their ways to the classroom. Ichigo set his things down on a desk right in between Rukia's and Nasako's. Toshiro had set his things down on the desk that sat next to the window, and also next to Nasako's. Ichigo waited patiently for his crazy teacher to enter the classroom to inform her about Toshiro being a returning student, as well as Nasako being a new one for God knows how long.

The female shinigami had sat down in her seat, unaware of the loving eyes that gazed at her. She tuned out the screaming girls that attacked her Taicho and turned her gaze out the window. Ichigo leaned against the desk, looking at Nasako then at Toshiro, who looked at her. His signature scowl took home on his face once more as he furrowed his brow. What's wrong with those two... it's like they like each other. Pf, well what do I know? Ichigo thought to himself quietly, noticing his sensei enter the room. He explained to her quietly as she nodded, Toshiro with his arms crossed as he studied his third seat's expression.

He wanted to know what she was thinking at this moment. He wanted to know if she was thinking about what had happened nearly a month ago. He surely hadn't forgotten about that. She had seemed so much more appealing to him when she smirked, and she had been doing it so often now that Toshiro had found himself loving the curve of her lips. She never brought up the topic of what had happened, and she had rarely spoke to him making his skin itch for the sound of her voice. He wanted— no, he needed to know if she had these strange feelings as well. He needed to know if she was thinking about this as much as he had. He needed to know if what she said to him were true.

Toshiro's skin was crawling as he thought. He adored the brush of their skin that happens only so much. The soft green eyes after a long days of work. Her tired face when she slept soundly and the peace and quiet that he gets when she is sleeping. Why was he thinking such things? His voice was caught in his throat where his heart had stopped.

Did he really love Nasako?