Author's Note: I do not own Bleach or its characters. This is AU.
He's Young
Feeling desperate, Momo searched through her closet for about the tenth time. She had no idea what to wear. She was going on a date with Toushiro in forty-five minutes, and she had absolutely no idea what to wear. She didn't even know where Toushiro was taking her. There were butterflies doing the mambo in her stomach, and Momo was really wishing she had an older sister to call. She'd had more than a little crush on Toushiro for years. Of course, she'd also had one on Dr. Aizen, and lately that had taken precedence, but part of the reason that had developed was because Toushiro didn't seem to notice her and Dr. Aizen did.
And none of this was solving her dilemma of what to wear. There had to be something in her closet that would work. After another ten minutes of dithering, Momo finally settled on a pale green dress patterned with peach colored flowers. It was causal but always looked good on her. With that decision made, Momo managed to get her hair and make up done and find her purse with five minutes to spare. She nervously checked the mirror. Was she going too overboard with all this? Maybe it wasn't that big a deal. She could be over thinking this. Maybe this was really just two friends going out to a nice dinner, and she was reading too much into the invitation.
The buzz of her doorbell jolted her out of her worries. Momo hurried to answer the door. Toushiro smiled nervously at her and held out a bouquet of calla lilies.
