'S' is for Stampede

Ichigo stared in horror as the herd of wildebeest stampeded towards him. There was no escape; he was trapped in the middle of an African savannah seeing his life flash before his eyes. The wildebeest drew closer at an alarming rate and –

Toushiro slapped him on the arm. "Take that thing off if it's making you so scared," he muttered.

Ichigo sighed as the wildebeest harmlessly ran past him, some even went through him, but now the magic was ruined. He grumbled as he took of the virtual-reality helmet.

"You're no fun, you know that," he muttered to his boyfriend.

"You looked ready to wet yourself; don't give me that, Kurosaki," Toushiro said with a glare.

Ichigo grinned. "What, stampedes are scary."

'T' is for Treacherous

"You're family is going where?"

"We're climbing mount Fuji for new years. Wanna come?"

"Why?"

"Dad decided that we needed a bit of 'adventure' in our lived and a treacherous hike up a mountain side might do the words exactly."

"He does realise that you fight hollows almost daily, right?"

"It's not treacherous enough, apparently."

'U' is for Under

Ichigo believed that his boyfriend had him under a spell. When they first went out all he could think about were his teal eyes and the way his hair fell messily around his face. He caught himself daydreaming in class a few times. Keigo teased him for smiling at the teacher once, when he really was just thinking about Toushiro's face. Toushiro had him under a spell, or some kind of kido, it was the only explanation he could think of, because this, this was too all consuming, to fluttery, and way too happy to be love.

"I was just thinking about you," Toushiro said as Ichigo barged into his office.

The redhead blushed slightly. "Really, about what?"

"I get off early on Friday next week; we should do something together."

And suddenly that was all Ichigo could think about for the entire week. Yes, Toushiro definitely had him under a spell

'V' is for Volt

Volt; the unit for electric potential and force, Ichigo recited almost mechanically in his mind. He wanted to throw his physics homework out through the window. He knew what a volt was, he knew what everything was, hell, he had an eighty-seven percent average in the class. So why the hell didn't this problem make any sense?

"Easy, Ichigo, let's no pull out any hair; shall we?" Toushiro called from his desk.

Ichigo hadn't realised that he'd been yanking on his hair. He let his hand drop to the desktop.

"Let me see," Toushiro came over to Rangiku's desk, where Ichigo was stationed with his physics while he finished up his paperwork. He might as well put the desk to good use; Rangiku never used it anyway.

"I got every other one – even the harder ones," Ichigo complained as Toushiro leaned over his worksheet. After about ten seconds he stood up and pointed to the problem.

"Ichigo, what's this number?" he asked.

The redhead frowned and looked at the paper. "25.8"

And this?"

"25. – oh!"

Toushiro sighed and shook his head in amusement. "I don't think physics is the problem. You just need to fix your handwriting."

'W' is for Wrist

Toushiro had very tiny wrists. They were so small that Ichigo could hold both of them in one hand. It was very useful when it came to tickle fights or having him fish things out of tight nooks and crannies. But, it also put Toushiro at a high risk for sprains, fractures, and even broken bones, especially with his line of work. He was a proficient fighter, however, so injuries rarely took place. Ichigo knew better than to worry about his boyfriend.

He kept an eye out anyway especially whenever he saw Toushiro s sparring. He was sparring with his fourth seat one afternoon when he launched into a back hand-spring and somehow ended up falling to the ground and landed on his back with a heavy thump. He slowly got up, cradling his sword-hand and shoved a way anyone running to help. Ichigo knew he was in pain, though, and, despite his protests, examined the small wrist.

"Now, I'm not saying that your wrists are fragile, but they're fragile."