"You know, you're the only one who's ever asked what I wanted to do..."

Ichigo grinned, sliding his hand across the table to hold Toushiro's own. "You're easy, though, you only ever want to do one of two things. Watch documentaries or come to this tea house."

"That's not true," Toushiro coughed, "I like other things."

Ichigo raised an eyebrow. "I bet you that I can guess what you're going to order."

"Shut up. You can't." Toushiro looked down at the menu. "Just for that I'm choosing something different."

"Oh, so you do know that's a word."

Toushiro scowled but then paused, looking from the leather bound menu to Ichigo. "You..." he started then trailed off, shaking his head.

"What?" Ichigo asked.

"Nothing. It's nothing."

They were silent for a while. Toushiro studied the menu items with new vigour and Ichigo watched him with growing confusion.

"You do know I was joking, right?" he asked, reaching across the table to cover Tosuhiro's menu with his palms. "If you want the Chiran Sencha and chicken soboro donburi then order it. Don't listen to me; I'm being dumb."

Toushiro shook his head. "It's not that." He set the menu down and chewed the inside of his cheek. "Do you think I'm boring?"

Ichigo's eyes widened. "What? No. No no no. I didn't mean it like that; I was only teasing. You're... just very predictable - I like that about you. I – I –I know what to expect."

Toushiro hummed softly. "Is that a good thing?"

Ichigo snorted. "I've had enough spontaneity to last me quite some time now. You're a breath of fresh air. Something easy."

"Easy-"

"Gods, not easy... that was a bad word. Uh, you're like a marble pillar; when everything else goes bat-shit crazy, I know that you're the one thing that can ground me."

"Oh." A smile flickered across Toushiro's face and Ichigo breathed a sigh of relief.

They had made it back Ichigo's apartment before Toushiro's first sentence that night registered in Ichigo's mind. He stood in the doorway as Toushiro put the leftovers in the fridge then shrugged off his jacket, glancing at Ichigo when he realised the he was blocking the way to the bedroom.

"Wait," he tilted his head and Toushiro raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "You said I was the only one who asked you what you wanted. The only one of what?"

"Oh... uh..." Toushiro's cheeks turned pink and he folded his jacket over his forearms. "B-boyfriends?"

Ichigo frowned. "I'm not your first?"

"Don't say it like that, Ichigo." He sighed. "I'm not your first either."

"Yeah, but you're my longest,"

"You must know what that sounds like-"

"And you knew about those."

Toushiro grumbled and walked around him to plop himself on the ratty couch. "I wasn't trying to keep it a secret. You just assumed that I didn't date anyone before you."

Ichigo opened his mouth to argue, but closed it with a snap and sat down on the opposite end of the couch, swinging his legs up underneath him to face Toushiro. Toushiro mirrored his position.

"Fine then, who was he? Do I know him?"

Toushiro bit his bottom lip. "I don't think so. His name was Kusaka and it was a mutual break-up, if you must know."

Ichigo hadn't asked and he knew that Toushiro only offered information when he was lying. "Was it? Was it really?"

Toushiro glared at him for a minute then sighed and rubbed his forehead. "No."

"Toushiro-"

"He dumped me."

"I'm sorry-"

He waved him off. "It was ages ago. It doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters; what did that asshole do to you?"

Toushiro shook his head. "It doesn't matter."

Ichigo folded his arms across his chest. "It matters; I want to know what I'm beating this guy up for."

"You will do no such thing, Ichigo."

"Hey, you got hurt; someone has to pay."

Toushiro scowled. "What if you hurt me?"

"I would never forgive myself and I don't intend to."

Toushiro sighed, shaking his head, then crawled along the length of the couch and manoeuvred himself into Ichigo's lap. He leaned against Ichigo's chest and pulled his arms over his shoulders. Ichigo wordlessly complied.

"He said that I was... boring, our relationship was boring. He told me that if I couldn't learn to like what he did then we shouldn't be together anymore."

"What an asshole. Did he try to do what you liked?"

Toushiro shook his head. "No. I mean, I didn't realise it at the time, but he always planned our dates, randomly showed up to bring me places and make try new things."

Ichigo snorted. "You hate that."

"... I don't hate it; I just need information before hand. He said I was stuck in a routine and he didn't think he could be with me any longer."

"Bastard," Ichigo growled. "Routine's aren't a bad thing."

Toushiro shrugged. "I know it can be frustrating when you want to try new things and I say no-"

"It wasn't your fault, Toushiro. Did he ever try something that you liked?"

"I... I don't remember; he kept on coming up with new ideas, hoping that I would enjoy one of them."

"But did he talk to you about it?"

Toushiro huffed.

"That sounds really selfish to me."

"He tried his best, Ichigo. I'm not easy to please."

"Stop defending him, and that's bullshit. Then how do I know that you like jasmine tea after a long day at work? Or that you are addicted to watching documentaries? Or that when you're having a bad day a bouquet of flowers makes you smile? That spicy food makes you sick and soy milk gives you headaches? Geez, you're not some kind of puzzle. And even if you were, your boyfriend should take the time to figure it out."

Toushiro was silent for a minute before turning to face Ichigo. They stared at each other for a while then Toushiro closed the gap, sealing their lips together.

"You're right," Toushiro mumbled when they broke apart. He wound his arms loosely around Ichigo's neck.

"'Course I am," Ichigo huffed, bumping their noses together lightly. "Now where does this guy live so I can go beat him up?"

"You are not doing that."

He kissed him again to stop him.

Well I totally missed the Saturday deadline, but here I am now.

Thanks to Nico Zi for donating this prompt. There will be one day where I don't use Kusaka as the skeezy ex-boyfriend... I don't hate him, but he's convenient.

Forgot to say last time, but donations are open; leave your prompt off in a review if you so desire :)

- Mymomomo