Author's notes: This one's a bit short, but deserves its own 'chapter'~ We all know that Toushiro's freaking short, but I bet not many of you know that he's only about 62 lbs ;P (or maybe you do?) lol, well, both me and my sister made a big deal out of it when I found out, and I'm guessing she was still thinking about it when thinking about prompts for me x3

What I'll never let Toushiro live down is the fact he's the same height and weight as my 8-year-old cousin xDDD No wonder why everyone thinks he's a freakin' elementary student!

Weight Issues

Everyone knew the young ice wielder was a lightweight. It was seemingly common knowledge in the Seiretei. Ichigo couldn't help but make a fuss over how light the young man was whenever he'd had to carry him, usually making comments that resulted in Toushiro getting annoyed and yelling at him. He had to admit, he enjoyed teasing the ice wielder, with a passion.

But one day, Toushiro got rather beat up by a group of hollows, and paid a visit to the Kurosaki clinic to get treated. He didn't think a few cuts and bruises were worth the trip back to the Seiretei while he was supposed to be stationed in Karakura Town for the next week. Ichigo watched as his father looked over Toushiro, a small smirk playing on his face,

"How in the HELL can a captain get jumped by hollows that low a level?"

"Shut it, Kurosaki."

"No, seriously!" Ichigo wasn't going to let him live it down that easily. "I can understand maybe Rukia getting jumped, but you? This is just too priceless! What, were you taking a nap when they showed up?" He caught a pillow that was meant to hit him in the face in attempt to shut him up. Ichigo grinned widely at the fuming Toushiro. Isshin stood up after inspecting the cuts and wrapping them up,

"Alright, Toushiro, I'm gonna do a regular check-up, now. Step onto the scale please." Toushiro got up and went over to the scale without complaints. Ichigo couldn't help but follow after, curious to know exactly how much the chibi-taicho weighed. After Toushiro stepped onto the scale and Isshin measured his height and moved the weights to see the shinigami's weight, he wrote down on his chart,

"4'4" and 62 lbs." Ichigo's eye twitched as Toushiro stepped off the scale.

At first, the substitute thought he had just misheard, but after a few seconds, he whirled around and stared at Toushiro,

"62 pounds…." Toushiro blinked and looked up at Ichigo,

"Yeah, what of it?" Ichigo's eye twitched as he continued to stare at the shorter man

"….. 62 pounds…?" Toushiro raised an eyebrow, as if to ask Ichigo what his point was. He opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted when the redhead grabbed the scruff of his shirt and started to throttle him,

"62 POUNDS? WHAT THE HELL, TOUSHIRO?" Toushiro had trouble speaking as the teen continued to shake him, feeling like his brain was being rattled around in his skull,

"I-Ichigo! What's th-the big deal?" Ichigo suddenly stopped shaking the other, seething.

"What's the big deal? You're fucking skinny! You weigh 62 pounds for god's sake! Why are you so skinny?" Toushiro sweatdropped, eye twitching slightly,

"I-I just am! I've always been a lightweight. I haven't gained a pound since I still lived with granny-" The teen shook him once more,

"That's not an excuse! You need to gain weight! You're too skinny!"

Isshin couldn't help but give an amused smile as he watched the two continue on, Ichigo pushing Toushiro toward the kitchen to have Yuzu 'put some meat on Toushiro's bones'. Toushiro looked at the eldest Kurosaki pleadingly, but Isshin grinned widely, waving a hand,

"You two have fun now!" Toushiro sputtered, crying out as the teen dragged him out of the room. Isshin chuckled to himself. He knew that for someone of Toushiro's height, 62 lbs wasn't that bad, but he was enjoying this little act a little too much to tell Ichigo now. He'd let his son fuss over Toushiro just a little longer.

After all, it wasn't every day Ichigo got so worked up about something… or someone.