Toshiro looked up at the ceiling and tried to call out to sleep, but none of it was coming to him. Instead, he lied there, looking at the formations in the stucco ceiling above him. What the hell is Ichigo's problem? His face instantly formed into a scowl. Why didn't he just go home with me when I told him to? Where the hell did all this defiance come from? Toshiro tried to clear his head of the thoughts of the orange haired kid. God, what I wouldn't do to be in my own bed. What I wouldn't do to have Ichigo crawl into late at night and try to cuddle with me. He shifted uncomfortably against the springs of the couch. Damn even our couch is more comfortable than this. Toshiro heard his stomach grumble softly. I wonder what Ichigo is going to make for breakfast. Would he even make me some if I don't come home? I wonder if he's sleeping…or maybe he's still with that asshole!

Toshiro lifted himself off the couch slightly so he could reach for his phone that was lying on the coffee table. Toshrio caught himself when he scrolled down to Ichigo's number in his contacts, about to hit call when realty hit him. What the hell am I doing? Toshiro snapped his phone with a shut, practically throwing it back onto the table top. Why the hell am I checking up on him? Toshiro's eyebrows furrowed again. He's probably with that asshole not even worrying about me. His heart constricted at the thought, causing him more pain that he could have ever imagined. It hit him. Oh shit.

Ichigo woke up to a silent house. The sound was deafening, and he could tell that he was the only human presence in the small vicinity. He let out a loud sigh as he walked out of his room and into the kitchen. Just as he poured himself a cup of coffee, the front door opened and his roommate walked in, wearing the same clothes he bore the day before. Ichigo's inside instantly went up in flames Was Toshiro actually doing the walk of shame? The thought pushed Ichigo over the edge. Toshiro with another man? Not possible, but still something inside Ichigo refused to let him think of a different reason. Toshiro looked to his side and saw Ichigo standing there with an extreme scowl placed on his face. After a long night of tossing and turning and thinking, seeing a scowl so bright and early was definitely on what he had wanted.

Toshiro turned away from his roommate scowling. "I'm going to take a shower."

As soon as he heard the door close and the water run Ichigo could not longer fight the pent up anger that was bubbling with in him. Why he was so angry? He wasn't sure. But he had the vague impression that he was feeling an immense jealousy towards whatever man Toshiro had spent the night with. Sure, Ichigo like Toshiro but Toshiro wasn't his; this feeling of jealousy shouldn't have been taken so far. Still, Ichigo couldn't let go of his anger and he figured his only outlet would to take it out on the person who had caused it. With out thinking, Ichigo threw open the bathroom door, standing there like a fool as an unaware Toshiro bathed on the other side of the flimsy curtain.

"Who was it?"

"AH SHIT!" Toshiro jumped at the sudden intrusion, almost slipping on the wet surface of the tub. "What the hell are you doing Kurosaki? Get out of the bathroom. I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm trying to shower."

"Who was it?" Ichigo could feel himself seething. He shouldn't be getting this mad, but whenever it came to Toshiro his feelings had always gone a little haywire.

Toshiro stood underneath the water, letting the suds wash of his body. He felt extremely confused. "Who is who?"

"Who was it?" Ichigo flung back the curtain so that he could see the smaller male. Toshiro instinctively covered himself.

"What the hell Kurosaki, I'm showering!"

"Don't act like I've never seen you naked before." Ichigo brushed it off-handly, his friendly demeanor surfacing.

"Whatever."

"Toshiro, tell me who it is." Ichigo looked down at the naked man in front of him. He was still mad, mostly with the thought of another man seeing this sacred body.

"Kurosaki, I really have no idea what you're talking about. You're not making any sense, barging into the bathroom during my shower rattling off 'who is it, who is it?'" Toshiro turned off the water and grabbed a near by towel. He dried himself quickly and wrapped the material against his waist as he stepped out of the tub. Toshiro pushed passed Ichigo so he could walk towards his room.

Like a faithful dog, Ichigo followed, ignoring Toshiro's glares as Toshiro went to pull his boxers on. "Just tell me who it was."

Toshiro let out an aggravated sigh as he continued to dress. "Kursoaki, I have no idea what you're talking about! And even if I did, if it's my business, then I have no reason to tell you."

Ichigo walked up towards Toshiro, and as the distance that was between them shrank Toshiro's heart started to pound within his chest. His breathing hitched as Ichigo leaned down, their faces dangerously close. The two stared at each other neither one of them moving to close the close proximity that had formed between them. Ichigo was completely unaware of the feelings that were developing inside Toshiro. Hell, Toshiro didn't know what those feelings were either. All Toshiro knew was that he wanted to grab Ichigo and kiss him like his life depended on it. He wanted to keep Ichigo locked in the house so that he could never see that teal-haired freak ever again. He wanted to love him with all his heart and never let anyone else in. He wanted to-

Wait! Toshiro pulled away from Ichigo, a look of hurt and confusion instantly forming in the brown-hued eyes. Love him? I wanted to love him? Toshiro shook his head. Last night as he attempted to sleep on the Shuuehi's couch, his mind was only filled with one thought: Ichigo. As much as Toshiro didn't want to admit it, he had to express that his feelings for Ichigo had suddenly gone beyond of just wanting the man for sex. Now, he wanted the man for something else. What was it? Friendship, comrades, love? He wasn't sure himself, but he knew that he needed Ichigo in his life right now. And being the stubborn guy that he is, he just didn't know how to convey it.

Ichigo pulled back as well, noticing the scowl that had returned on the smaller male's face after his look of shock and some other emotion that Ichigo couldn't explain. The two of them stared at each other from a distance, a slight awkward air hanging around them. Okay Toshiro, this is what you're going to do….you're going to ask him on a date. Toshiro's stomach constricted. You're not going to be scared. Come on, if you can have sex with the guy, you can ask him on a date. You need this to test out the waters. Let's go Toshiro. It's only six words. 'Ichigo, let's go on a date.' Not so hard. You ready? Okay Toshiro, let's go.

"Hey, Ichi-" He didn't even get to say his full name before he was interrupted

Ichigo reached into his pocket and pulled out his ringing phone, scowling at the screen before he pushed it up to his ear. "What do you want?"

Toshiro watched Ichigo talk on the phone, his heart dropping when he realized this scene had occurred only a few days prior. He knew what was going to happen. He knew who was on the other line. He knew he was going to be left. He knew he wasn't going to like what happened next. Ichigo hung up the phone and rubbed his forehead, before looking back at Toshiro. He smiled, well more like cringed, before he spoke.

"I've…I've gotta go again." He cleared his throat and looked away. He didn't want to see the anger on Toshiro's face. Though this time he would have saw something else: hurt. "I've gotta go meet with someone." He turned to Toshiro's bedroom door, still not looking at his roommate. "Don't wait up for me."

Without another word, Ichigo left the apartment with a soft shut of the door, leaving Toshiro in the room feel lost and dumbfounded. Toshiro just saw the man that he liked walk out on him for another guy. He felt something inside him. He was hurting, his heart was hurting in a way that was unimaginable. Toshiro placed his hand over his hurting organ, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. What is this? Confused and needing help, he called the person that had started this revelation. He flipped open his phone and scrolled for the number. He let out a sigh when he heard the answer after two rings.

"Matsumoto, meet me at the coffee shop on Ishida avenue. I need to talk to you."

In ten minutes Toshiro was sitting in the small coffee shop as he drummed his fingers against the table top. He looked at his watch again and let out a sigh, feeling even more aggravated as he waited for the red-head to meet up with him. He sipped his coffee, just so that he could have something to do as he tried to ignore the giant weight that was pressing down on his shoulders. He was so tense and he could only think of one non-work related reason. He watched as the tall, busty red head opened the café's doors, her eyes scanning for the small white-haired man. When their eyes locked, Toshiro instantly narrowed his, emitting how mad he was at her for making him wait. Rangiku ignored the look and sat down smiling.

"So did you tell him?" She leaned over the table, her chest daring to pop out with the amount of cleavage she was showing.

"Tell who what?"

"Tell Ichigo that you like him? Why else would you call me here?" She leaned backed into her chair, a satisfied smirk making it's way onto her lips. "I knew you wouldn't be able to deny yourself any longer. So how'd he take it? Are you two going steady now?" She laughed at the term while Toshiro's scowl simply sharpened. She caught note of him, her expression changing immediately. "Hey, what's wrong?"

"I didn't tell him." Toshiro's voice was quiet and calm, something that had surprised him, considering how mad he had been only moments earlier.

"What?"

"I didn't tell him." Toshiro let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair, mirroring Rangiku's posture. "I was about to ask him on…erhm, on a date," he cringed at the word slightly, disgusted at how cheesey it sounded, "When his phone rang. He answered, said he was meeting up with someone, and then left. Didn't even say bye, he simply left."

"What an asshole!" Rangiku practically yelled, her loud voice filling the small vicinity.

"Matsumoto! Control yourself, what is your problem?"

"He just left? Wow, what an asshole." She repeated her thoughts, though this time in a quieter tone. "Here you are, about to go tell the guy that you're in lov-"

"I'm not in love with him," Toshiro growled between his teeth.

"Love with him, and he just walks out. God what an unbelievable kid." I think you should go find him and kick his ass and take him on the date."

Toshiro looked up at Rangiku, who was sipping on her straw with a slight smile on her face. He didn't say anything and just looked outside the window he was sitting next too sipping on his coffee as he thought things over in his head. His eyes were scanning the different shops when he saw a familiar flash of color exit one of the stores across the street. He saw teal and orange flash before his eyes before their faces came into view. The two looked like they were arguing, but only Ichigo was taking it seriously. Grimmjow had a scowl on his face but he was laughing at Ichigo's stern expression. That's when Toshiro saw it, that stupid blush had formed onto Ichigo's cheeks. Toshrio almost spit out his coffee when he saw it, catching Rangiku's attention.

"Histugaya? What's the matter?" Rangiku looked at Toshiro closely, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"Ichigo and Grimmjow are here." He nodded at the window, trying not to look as pissed off as he felt. It wasn't working very well.

"Hey! Wasn't that our waiter?" Rangiku was practically smashing her face against the glass to get a better look. "That was our waiter! Oh my god!"

"Yeah, like I didn't notice." Toshiro leered as he watched the two walk down the side walk talking. The pair watched as Grimmjow casually put his arm around Ichigo's shoulders as they walked, Ichigo's blush growing deeper

"What are you still doing over here?" Toshiro looked over at Rangiku feeling confused. "Go out there and steal Ichigo!"

Toshiro looked back at Ichigo before looking at Matsumoto. Without a word, he got up from his seat and left. He ran across the sidewalk, playing leap frog with the cars, as he tried to close that gap between him and the floating orange blob in the distance. Toshiro pushed past the throng of people, his arm outstretched as his fingers sought for a familiar wrist. When the contact was made, Toshiro clamped down his fingers to enclose the wrist, pulling slightly. Ichigo felt himself pulled out from under Grimmjow's arm with a harsh tug. Anger quickly flared within him as he pivoted on his foot to see who was trying to man handle him. His anger instantly turned to shock as he saw the scowling man before him.

"To-to-toshiro?" Ichigo didn't try to pull his wrist free, too shocked at seeing the man behind him.

"What the hell are you doing here snowflake?" Grimmjow had turned around, instantly hating who ever was stealing the berry's attention away from him.

"Shut up, you damn kitty." Toshiro quickly spat the words at the huge male before capturing Ichigo's eyes.

Before Grimmjow could even retaliate, Toshiro had pulled his roommate away from the man he was currently on a date with. Grimmjow simply stood there seething as he saw Toshiro push his date into their car, getting into the drivers the seat, but not before looking over at where Grimmjow was rooted throwing him a smirk. He saw the car peel away from the curb and soon the two were out of sight, leaving Grimmjow standing there duped and feeling extremely angry. His hostility mostly focusing on the small white haired man who seemed to occupy the berry's thoughts more than the cat had.

Hello Readers!
So, I know I said there would be more meat, but...there wans't really.
BUT! It's because next chapter is the date chapter, which is what I'm using as my excuse for making this chapter short (25something words)
But, I know where I want this story to go and have wrote snippets for future chapters, so hopefully writing picks up and the length increases.
Thank you again for reading my story.

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