'F' is for Find

"Hey, Shiro, look what I found," Ichigo called out. He was halfway buried in a supply closet in the Tenth's administrative office.

"What is it, Kurosaki?" Toushiro hummed from his desk.

Ichigo extracted himself from the pile of dusty boxes, office supplies, and odd knick-knacks. "Come on, we're dating; call me Ichigo."

Toushiro blushed slightly at the word 'dating' and refused to make eye contact with the redhead. Ichigo grinned and got up. He went to stand behind Toushiro's chair and hugged him tightly from behind.

"You're so cute," Ichigo mumbled into his thick, white hair.

Toushiro grumbled, "I'm not cute and let go of me; you're dusty."

Ichigo chuckled but let go of him before he got annoyed for real.

"Anyway, how come you never told me you were a model?" Ichigo asked, perching himself on the edge of the desk.

Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Ichigo slammed a manila envelope on the desk. With a slight scowl, Toushiro opened it and gingerly took the contents out. His eyes widened almost comically and he clenched his jaw. In the envelope there were over thirty pictures of the small captain. Some of them showed him working, others walking along the Tenth's corridors, eating, reading, and a few pictured him napping. But, the one that Ichigo had especially placed on the top of the pile featured him training. It had been taken mid swing and, most likely, midsession because Toushiro had taken off the top half of his uniform and sweat was glistening along his subtle muscles. Who would have guessed that that was what Toushiro was hiding under his loose kosode?

"Matsumoto..." Toushiro growled, "I told her not to do this again."

"Again?" Ichigo asked, running his fingers along the training picture.

Tosuhiro sighed and slumped into his chair. "The Shinigami Women's Association likes to sell magazines, and unfortunately I was featured in one of them."

Ichigo's eyebrows rose. "There's a magazine with pictures of you? Can I buy it?"

Toushiro shot him an un-amused look.

"Sorry. I don't need a magazine when I have the real thing."

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "You couldn't buy it anyway; it sold out, or so I was told."

Ichigo tilted his head. "Really? I'm not sure how I feel about that. I don't like the idea of so many people ogling at candid photos of you."

"Thank the gods; someone finally understands."

"So, I think I should confiscate these..."

"Kurosaki," Toushiro growled.

"And I'll assure you that I'll be the only person to ever see them again."

Toushiro shook his head, but the blush on his cheeks had come back full force.

'G' is for Giant

Ichigo, at seventeen years of age, was 5' 11". He was determined to make it to six feet before he stopped growing. With the exception of Uryu, he was the shortest of his close friends. Renji was 6' 2", Ikkaku was 6' 0", and Chad was basically a giant. So, the redhead vowed to grow the extra inch. However, when he and Toushiro started dated he began to think that he was too tall.

Toushiro was 4' 4", making Ichigo almost a foot and a half taller than him. It meant that Ichigo had to bend down to do simple things like hug or kiss him. Toushiro was sensitive about his height even though Ichigo was not bothered by it in the slightest. He actually found it endearing that he had to bend low to deliver kisses, or had to get books off the higher shelves for him, and that Toushiro had to crane his neck to look at his face.

He had once told Toushiro about his goal to be six feet. The shinigami captain had just sent him a withering glance and mumbled something about 'fucking giants'.

'H' is for High

Toushiro liked high places – rooftops, trees, telephone posts. He said it was because being high up gave him new perspective and helped him to clear his head. Ichigo thought that it was because he could easily hide from everyone else when he was so high up, and it also compensated for his physical height, but he didn't voice that.

So one Saturday evening Ichigo took Toushiro to the amusement park and brought him on the Ferris wheel. He knew that it was nothing compared to flying with Hyourinmaru, but when they shared a kiss at the top he knew that it had been a good idea.

'I' is for Invented

"Look what I invented!" Ichigo exclaimed, rushing into the living room with a very messy, but delicious looking, bowl of pasta.

"Getting a recipe off of Pinterest doesn't count as inventing, dumbass."

'J' is for Jolt

Their almost first kiss had been a nightmare. Ichigo had thought it would be a good idea to kiss Toushiro good morning when he arrived at the Seireitei one time. Toushiro had gotten flustered. Ichigo had bent down and placed a hand on Toushiro's cheek. The small captain had jolted backwards in panic, slipped, and ended up banging the back of his head on the edge of his desk.

The second first kiss – because the first time they hadn't actually kissed – Ichigo warned him before swooping across the desk in an attempt to capture his lips while he worked. Toushiro pushed back his chair with a jolt and a loud screech, saying Ichigo had killed the mood by announcing it. Ichigo had lost his balance and tumbled over the desk. Ichigo didn't believe he had killed the mood; there hadn't been a mood to start with, Toushiro had just been nervous.

The third time – because the second attempt failed – Ichigo was determined for them to have their first kiss. So, after he calmed Toushiro down with a cup of green tea he slowly inched their faces together. They were both sitting on the couch so neither of them could fall over, but Ichigo moved his hand too fast and knocked over the cup of tea. Toushiro made him clean it up.

They had many more almost first kisses after that. However, it was Toushiro who, one evening when they were getting ready to leave the office, called Ichigo over. His cheeks were tinged with pink and he refused to look away from his desk. Ichigo was about to ask what was wrong when Toushiro suddenly stood up on the chair, swallowed thickly, and forced their lips together. They both started at the contact, but Ichigo pulled Toushiro tightly against his body and deepened the kiss, and for once Toushiro didn't panic or try to push him away.

Admittedly I'm having a bit too much fun with these. Who knew writing such short things could be so amusing.

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-Mymomomo