AN: gosh how i love this couple. (:

"Jealous of Haru? Come on! Be Real!"

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Toshiro sat in the love seat across from where Nasako laid, asleep. His fingers tapped the hard book cover, his chin resting on the palm of his hand that started to get sore. His icy eyes were narrowed, scanning her tired body. He glanced at the clock, the numbers slightly blurry. Eleven-thirty. Toshiro raised an eyebrow tiredly, yawning as he stared at her face. He wanted to know why he was feeling this way. Flustered and embarrassed. Scoffing, he stood up, the thunder striking loudly. He peered out the window to see the rain beating harshly against the sidewalks, the sounds of blankets coming to life. The white-haired taicho turned his head to the side a little bit, seeing his third seat sit up slowly.

Nasako rubbed her head with one hand and rubbed her eye with the other. Another crack of thunder made her body stiffen, the soft chuckles of somebody behind her scaring the shit out of the female shinigami. "Why are you so scared of thunderstorms?" Toshiro asked, Nasako turning around to glare at him. "Why are you so short?" She retorted when Toshiro frowned. "It's a simple question, Matazashi. Would you rather stand outside?" She narrowed her eyes before shaking her head. The thunder came down in ripples, making Nasako squeak. She expected some sort of snort or cynical laughter, but when she heard nothing, Nasako cringed seeing the figure slipped towards her.

"Why are you so scared of thunderstorms?" Toshiro pressed once more. He wanted to know. If it would help with why he was feeling this way, then hell, he would want her to tell him everything. She wrapped the blanket around herself. "It's not that I'm scared of them, just what happens when they happen," Toshiro turned his head to the side, hands in his pockets. "My otou-san would tell me that every time lightening strikes, a little girl is taken away to get killed by the demons that live up in the sky, and they're used for the lightening; their cries the loud bangs."

"You're over a hundred years old, Matazashi. You're still scared of that?" Toshiro asked, crossing his arms as he shifted his weight onto his other leg. She sighed loudly, balling her hands into fists around the soft cotton blanket. "Yes. Because my sister disappeared during a thunderstorm when we were younger. We found her dead the next week. I know it was probably some kind of hollow, but it still scares me." Nasako confessed sheepishly. She thought she'd never have to tell anyone that, let alone her thick-headed taicho. There was no change of emotion on Toshiro's face, but on the inside he actually felt sorry for her. In a way, it had made her seem little, cute and fragile.

"What would your otou-san do to comfort you?" He asked in a hushed voice. Things were piecing together very slowly for Toshiro, his heart beating faster as he asked the question. Nasako turned around to look him square in the eye, making sure he wasn't kidding. Looking into each other eyes for a good minute, she narrowed her eyes. "He would hold me until I fall back asleep." She whispered, Toshiro raising an eyebrow. The thunderous whip cracked, making Nasako cower into the couch. Watching her movements carefully, Toshiro sat down next to her on the open space. He placed his hands on her shoulder, pulling her close to him slowly. Nasako hissed, pulling herself away from the warm and comforting feeling of his chest. "What are you doing?" She snapped, Toshiro rolling his eyes. "Just shut up and try to sleep."

She crawled back into his arms obediently when the thunder cried once more, burying her face into his shirt. "Why are you doing this?" She sighed sleepily, inhaling the smell that radiated off of him. Toshiro didn't say anything, his arms tightening gently around her.

The next morning, Nasako had awoken laid down on the couch, Toshiro on the floor, his uniform shirt wrinkly with a few undone buttons. She rubbed her head, closing her eyes as she tried to remember whether or not last night had been a dream. She sat up upon hearing the sound of Ichigo's door open creakily. The substitute shinigami sluggishly fumbled to the kitchen table where he laid his head down. Toshiro sat up himself, rubbing his eyes. "Ohayo." Toshiro muttered, stretching.

Nasako narrowed her eyes, catching Toshiro's as he raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" He asked, hands in his pockets as she shook her head.

"Matazashi." Toshiro called as they walked up the hill, Nasako walking in front of him. "Un." She answered without turning around. "Don't be too good of friends with that human, Haru." Toshiro informed, Nasako turning around, her eyes dull. "Why not? It's not like he's bad or anything." Nasako said defensively. Toshiro shrugged, his stomach clenching into knots as he listened to her defend the human. "Do you think he's a threat? Is his reiastu that strong it'll attract those weird hollows?" She paused for an answer while he was left speechless. "That's what I thought." Nasako ended, turning back around.

Toshiro contemplated the sudden aggressiveness that had overcame her before she turned around, her eyes cold and hard. "I know what. I think you're jealous of Haru." She said that made Toshiro's mind snap. It had finally came to the white-haired taicho. He denied it. He doubted it. He hated thinking of it. He couldn't possibly like that multicolor-haired demon he called his third seat! Sure she was pretty— hell, what was he thinking? She was beautiful. Though her personality was dull, but what did he know? Toshiro had never seen her laugh, smile —to him—, feel pity or empathy —yet again, towards him—, however, he has seen her scared shit-less.

Toshiro was feeling stupid. He couldn't like his third seat. It was against the rules... right? Tosihro's head was beginning to hurt. Did he like her, or did he not? He was confused. He shouldn't like her. He wouldn't like her. But that didn't mean he couldn't like her! Now his head was really hurting.

"Jealous of Haru? Come on! Be real!" He exclaimed, crossing his arms as he turned away. He began to stalk up the hill, keeping his head lowered slightly. The words were clear and didn't go away. Maybe he really did like Nasako. "Okay... maybe just a little..." He muttered to himself, the four shinigami entering the school.

"Kurosaki. Where is Matazashi?" Toshiro asked as he walked out the classroom door with Ichigo and Rukia. Ichigo shrugged, hands in his pockets. "Is she with Haru?" He suggested as Toshiro sighed exasperatedly. "I told her not to hang out with him too much. This time, Ichigo and Rukia both shrugged. "I don't see what's so wrong with her being with Haru-kun." Rukia said. Toshiro said nothing as he walked away from them, staring at the sky.

That's 'cause you two don't love her...

AN: OMFG i know toshi said he loves her! :DD in most stories with OCs in them, i've almost always seen the chick (OC) fall for the guy (Main Charrie) i wanted to mix it up so now it's toshi who's going after nasako. REVIEW! :DD