Author's Note: I do not own Bleach or its characters. This is AU.
Have I Made a Match For You
Momo worried her bottom lip with her teeth. She really hoped this meeting wouldn't turn out like the last few times she had met up with Toushiro. She hated fighting with him, but she couldn't seem to help herself when it came to Dr. Aizen. There was just no way he could have done what he'd been accused of. He was a good man, and she couldn't understand why Toushiro couldn't see that. It felt like she was losing her best friend.
However, today might be different. Today they weren't just getting together as friends. Today they would be working to together. Momo knew she could be professional. She had been practically running the department lately. With a sigh, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She had arrived about ten minutes early, and now the waiting was killing her. She and Toushiro were meeting on neutral ground: one of the many cafes around campus. It was safer than in one of their offices. This way neither of them had the higher ground.
She reached out and absently picked up her mug, taking a sip of her mocha. She had to figure out how to fix this. She couldn't lose Toushiro too. His friendship was too precious to her. They had been good friends for years, and she didn't want that destroyed. Momo just couldn't understand why Toushiro couldn't see what a great person Dr. Aizen was. Dr. Aizen had been her mentor since she had started at Seireitei University, and she was feeling extremely lost without him. Being at odds with Toushiro wasn't helping either. Momo sighed. She just didn't know what to do?
"Momo?" Toushiro's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Hi."
He stood awkwardly beside the table she had staked out for them, holding a folder. "Hi."
"What's the problem?" Momo decided that skipping the small talk was the best plan. They should be fine if they only talked about work.
Toushiro took the seat opposite her. "It's the required math class for the teaching students. It's always been a problem, but last term things were really a mess. There was a group of students who actually came to my office to lodge a protest about the professor. Despite the fact that he was an atrocious teacher, there is the fact that the class never seems to work well. There has to be something we can do to fix the class."
Momo knew the class he was talking about. Typically, unless a student was planning on becoming a math or science teacher, it was the most hated of the required classes.
"I know part of the problem at least," she offered. "The students tend to be pretty intimidated going into the class. A lot of them come from a humanities or fine arts background and probably have only taken one or two math classes since high school. A lot of the professors forget that, and simply treat it as a class full of regular students taking a math class, and the students feel like they're in over their heads."
"Huh." Toushiro appeared to be thinking that over then he smiled at her. "That makes sense. So what other problems are there? And what can we do about them?"
Momo found herself smiling back. "Right. What sort of information did you bring?"
Maybe this would work.
