There was a thump, like something heavy had been thrown down, from behind him. Ichigo looked over his shoulder to see two boys looming over a much smaller boy with white hair. He must have been new because Ichigo didn't recognise him. Either way, there was a book at his feet and he looked nervous.

"We were talking you, you deaf or what?"

Ichigo sighed, those two were always bullying the younger ones and gave newcomers a hard time. He rolled his eyes; this was why normal people thought that they were animalistic and dangerous. He grit his teeth; there were no alphas in the classroom. There were just here to learn how to control their powers.

He was about to tell the bullies off, but a deep, cool voice stopped him. Ichigo felt his chest clench at the sound; never had he heard something that smooth before.

"Leave me alone," the white-haired boy spoke, glaring so hard that Ichigo was sure that the room lowered a few degrees.

"We're just trying to talk to you."

"By throwing my book to the ground? Is that what friendship is? Seems like I've been mistaken for my entire life-"

They swung at him. A fist connect with the boy's cheek and he was knocked to the ground.

"Hey," Ichigo yelled, "what the hell, assholes?" he rushed over to the fallen boy.

The bullies snickered, but knew better than to mess with him so began to walk away. "Try that again and you'll get more than a bruised cheek," one of them sneered.

They boy was silent, but his eyes were so fierce that Ichigo found himself unable to hold his gaze.

"You okay?" he asked him, holding out his hand.

The boy stared at if for a second then picked himself up from the floor. Ichigo quickly shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

Ichigo stooped down and picked up his book. "Are you new here?" he asked offering it back to him. "I'm Ichigo."

He hesitantly took the book, holding it gingerly with a gloved hand. "Yes. Toushiro."

Ichigo grinned. "Is today your first day?"

Toushiro looked away. "Yes."

"Uh, not off to a good start then. I promise it's not all like that. I'll show you around."

"Okay."

Ichigo led him around the school complex pointing out which rooms were used for what and how the classrooms were built for helping students with different powers. Toushiro listened but his expression remained neutral, disinterested. Ichigo felt his spirits drop somewhat. But maybe he was a quiet person, though he had seemed particularly heated with the bullies.

"You don't talk much, do you?"

"No."

Ichigo sighed and they walked for a short while in silence. That had been a dumb question anyway.

"So what are you here for?"

Toushiro blinked but otherwise said nothing.

"I can make force fields, it's not that exciting, I guess, but useful if anyone tries to punch me."

Toushiro nodded. Ichigo waited for another response but nothing came he shoved his hands into his back pockets and breathed out heavily through his nose. Eventually they ended up at the front gates. A few students trickled through; not many tended to hang out after classes ended. In fact he should be getting home before his dad started to worry.

"I-"

"Ice," Toushiro said softly.

"Hmm?"

"You asked what I was here for."

"Oh, you can control ice?"

Toushiro looked off to the side. "Yes."

"That's cool; one of my friends, Rukia, has a similar power. She goes nuts when it snows." He attempted to grin, but Toushiro's faced remained impassable. "Anyway, I should be getting home now. Which way are you heading?"

"Staying here."

Ichigo frowned until he remembered. "Oh, you mean you live in the dorms?"

Toushiro nodded.

"Oh, okay, I guess I'll see you tomorrow then. Uh, it was nice meeting you?" he held out his hand.

Toushiro looked down at his offered hand then shoved his hands into his jacket. Ichigo let his arm fall to his side.

"It was... nice meeting you as well."

Maybe he was just really nervous, Ichigo thought as he walked home. Transferring schools was hard; finding out that you had superhuman powers was even harder. The poor boy might have still been in shock.

Over the next couple of weeks tried his best to make Toushiro feel welcome, but the boy remained quiet and reserved. He was in most of Ichigo's classes, but he always sat at the back or near the window even if Ichigo invited him to sit with him and his friends. Most people would have just chalked him up to be incredibly rude. In fact, many people did, and Ichigo always found him eating lunch by himself or failed to see him at all. Even his friend, Renji, told him that he should just leave Toushiro alone. But something told him that he just needed a little work. It didn't help that he sort of might have had a crush on him. There was something there in his low voice and the intensity of his eyes.

Then, he wasn't in class one morning.

"So," Rukia mumbled sitting down at the desk behind Ichigo, "Toushiro got in-house suspension."

"What?" Ichigo spun around in his chair. "How? Why? He's always so quiet? What happened?"

"I didn't see what happened, but it was going around the dorms last night. Apparently he used his powers on another student. Hurt them really badly too."

Ichigo's eyes widened. Not using powers against other students or anyone in general was number one on the school's rule list. Usually the punishment was much worse than in-house suspension. Which was a fancy word for solitary confinement – the offender was restricted to their room and a classroom where they got one-on-one time with a 'guidance' counsellor. "That doesn't sound like him... he can't even keep eye contact with someone for too long."

Rukia shrugged. "I guess he got into a fight. Like I said I wasn't there; it was in the boys' dorms."

Ichigo chewed his bottom lip. "That really doesn't sound like something he'd do."

"Maybe it was an accident. You should talk to him."

"How?" Ichigo raised an eyebrow.

"You up to sneaking into the dorms tonight?"

Ichigo grinned.

Sneaking into the dorms was disappointingly easy, especially for a school that was supposed to house the most dangerous human beings on the plant. But maybe they surmised that no one was dumb enough to sneak in and only watched for those trying to sneak out. Rukia was waiting for him outside the boys' dorms and had already strong-armed one of the occupants on the first floor to let Ichigo in through their window.

"He's in room 406," she whispered as he swung through the window, "Call me when you're ready to sneak back out."

The staff member on duty that night was either very lax or Ichigo had finally hit a stroke of good luck and made it to 406 without a problem. Toushiro was sitting at his desk with a book and jumped when Ichigo barrelled through the door.

He spun around knocking his desk chair over, eyes wide. Ichigo held up his hands.

"Hey, just came to check on you."

Toushiro blinked a few times before bending to pick up the chair and sit back down. "I... uh... how did you get in here?"

"Rukia helped me," Ichigo said shrugging. "I heard about your suspension."

Toushiro looked away, gloved hands tightening into fists.

"What happened? Did you really use your power-"

"I didn't mean to," Toushiro blurted, a panicked expression crossed his face before he looked away once more.

"What happened?" Ichigo repeated, taking a few steps closer.

Toushiro took a deep breath. "They jumped me... I wasn't wearing my gloves."

Ichigo tilted his head as he perched himself on the edge of the desk. Toushiro shuffled away.

"Not wearing your gloves?"

Toushiro stared intently at his palms on his lap. "I... I can't control my powers very well. I... I hurt people when they touch me."

"You said you controlled ice."

"They freeze. Instantly."

Ichigo clicked his tongue. "Well, that sucks."

Toushiro sent him a dirty look. "It does."

"Ah I didn't mean it like that... I does suck, but... sorry, that wasn't the right thing to say." He took a deep breath. "They really suspended you for something you can't control?"

"It's better this way."

Ichigo shook his head. "No it's not. I miss you in class."

Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "We don't even talk."

"We're talking now."

He opened his mouth to argue but closed it and settled for shaking his head. "You're persistent, I'll give you that."

"Persistence is my middle name."

He actually chuckled softly. Ichigo felt his cheeks heat slightly and was glad for the dim lighting in the room.

"So, if you're having trouble with your powers, I could ask Rukia to help you; she has good control over hers. "

Toushiro sobered instantly, hunching his shoulders as if trying to shrink into his chair. "I... I wouldn't want to hurt her."

Ichigo tilted his head. "Your control can't be that bad."

"It is."

"I kinda want to see now..."

A look of absolute shock crossed Toushiro's face. "You want... to see?"

Ichigo shrugged and picked up a pencil from the holder behind him. Toushiro gulped as he took off one of his gloves. He hesitantly reached for the pencil. The moment it touched his fingers Ichigo felt a surge of cold sweep up his hand. He dropped the pencil in shock and instantly his defences were up. Toushiro jumped back as well and the pencil fell to the floor, shattering like it was made of glass.

Ichigo held up his hand watching as a layer of ice began to melt in the air millimetres away from his fingertips. He had managed to put up a very thin force field at the last second. If the pencil was anything to go by he probably would have ended up with severe frost bite at the least. And that wasn't even from a direct touch.

Toushiro stood and took a step backwards, then another. "I'm sorry," he murmured pulling his glove back on, "I... I-"

"Hey, it's okay, look," he held up his hand to show that the ice wasn't actually touching him.

Toushiro took a deep breath, and wrapped his arms around his stomach. "It's dangerous for you to be here; you should leave."

Ichigo tilted his head. "I said I'm okay. You didn't hurt me; there's no need to panic."

Toushiro swallowed.

"That was actually impressive; I've never seen something freeze that fast."

He snorted and sat down on the edge of his bed. "It's a talent," he said bitterly, and his voice cracked slightly.

"I'm sure Rukia can help you. She had a few control issues as well when she first found out about her powers."

"Thanks, but I don't think anyone can help me."

"She used to wake up with frozen blankets every morning."

"And I nearly killed my family."

Ichigo wasn't sure what to say to that. He picked at the grain of the wood on the desk and glanced at the shattered pencil on the ground. He had a relatively safe power, something meant for defence rather than attacking. He couldn't imagine what it felt like to be unable to touch people, or to unintentionally hurt someone so badly. So he breathed deeply and put up another thin barrier but this time over his entire body. He went to sit down next to Toushiro and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Toushiro pulled away instantly, eyes going wide.

"You idiot," he yelled, "Do you want to die?"

Ichigo grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down. "You aren't hurting me." And he wasn't. He was cold to the touch, and Ichigo felt the air within his force field drop in temperature, but there was no ice, a little frost, but nothing dangerous. "And you looked like you needed a hug."

Toushiro deflated, closing his eyes, and allowing Ichigo to wrap his arms around his shoulders.

Toushiro was much less cold after that night, or at least he was to Ichigo and a few of his friends. He still had issues with touching people. Rukia helped him after school, and Ichigo urged him to talk to one of the teachers. It took nearly a full semester to get him to comfortably hold hands, even with his gloves on and Ichigo's force field up. But they got there, step by step, and that morning, he had convinced Toushiro to take off his gloves while they were eating.

"Hey, you can do it. I know you can."

Toushiro swallowed thickly and reached for the silver spoon. His hand was trembling and Ichigo was pretty sure that he wasn't breathing. When his fingertips brushed the metal, however, nothing happened. No frost, no surge of ice, or even condensation formed on the metal handle. Toushiro drew a sharp breath and a triumphant smile made its way on to his face. Ichigo was grinning widely as well and before he could stop himself, in one smooth motion, he guided Toushiro's face to his and planted a soft kiss to his lips. Without his force field up.

Thanks to Kuroneko Hikage for supplying the prompt 'Frozen'

(and thanks to Nico Zi for last week's, I think I forgot to mention it)

I refuse to write anything Disney based so this is what happened.

Up next is Nico Zi

and anyone is free to send a prompt it they want to.

- Mymomomo