Ichigo stopped himself from frowning as his three o'clock appointment hesitantly poked his head into the room. He glanced from the child to the medical form he held in his hand. The secretary must have made a mistake and given him the wrong form. He sighed and pulled out a blank form from a file on his desk and clicked his pen a few times.

"Come on in, no need to be scared," he said with a smile. "Sit down, please."

The white-haired child with the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen nervously sat in the chair in front of his desk. Ichigo had a type and blue eyes were on top of the list. However, he was a kid, a very cute kid, but a kid nonetheless.

The boy quickly skirted to the seat, pulling his jacket sleeves down to cover his fingers. It was probably his first doctor's visit on his own. How precious.

"I'm Dr. Kurosaki, we just need to fill out some paperwork before we can get started, okay?"

The boy tilted his head, his cheeks turning a light pink. He glanced up briefly meeting Ichigo's eyes before looking away. "I... I filled out a form in the waiting room."

Ichigo blinked at his unexpectedly deep voice. So smooth, he could probably sing – no. Ichigo mentally kicked himself. He would not fantasize over a kid. "There was a mistake – some wrong information."

He frowned. "Alright then, what information do you need?"

He was well spoken for a child; a bit formal, but it was probably nerves. "Do you have a parent or guardian to help you fill it out?"

"... I don't need one..."

Ichigo hesitated. "Okay, uh, I guess I can help you..."

He looked slightly confused and his cheeks seemed to redden as he studied Ichigo's face.

"Sorry." Ichigo scratched the back of his neck. "You probably think I'm bad at my job; I don't usually deal with minors, so I'm not sure what the protocol is here. Anyway, what's your name?"

"Toushiro Hitsugaya," he answered, definitely turning red. Maybe he was here because of a fever. He wrote his name down.

"Age?" Ichigo asked.

"Twenty-three."

Ichigo paused; he must have misheard. "Age?"

"Twenty-three."

Ichigo looked up from the form, raising an eyebrow. "Twenty-three?"

Toushiro nodded.

Several things ran through Ichigo's mind. He was ashamed to admit the first was relief that he hadn't thought that a child was attractive. "...You look much younger."

Toushiro swallowed thickly. "I... I'm not a kid."

Ichigo shrugged, the secretary would have asked for some identification when he came in for his appointment. He could double check. Toushiro looked like he couldn't decide whether to be annoyed or embarrassed. He was scowling slightly, but also chewing his bottom lip. Also, his face was still flushed. Ichigo smiled, internally of course, he was cute. In an adorable sort of way; he could not – would not let himself – be attracted to someone who was almost half his age. It was completely unprofessional, not to mention unethical. He shook his head and looked at the next question on the form.

"Height?"

"152 centimetres."

"Weight?"

"44 kilos."

Ichigo tapped his pen against the desktop. There was no way he could be twenty-three. Not with those measurements. But he didn't look like he was lying, and Ichigo was usually good at reading people. They finished the form and Ichigo refrained from asking him if he was sure about everything. He wouldn't gain anything by lying to his doctor.

"Okay, what seems to be the problem?"

...

It may have been the rebel in him, but Ichigo loved to see the appalled expression on the snooty rich people's faces when he kissed his boyfriend or even just held his hand. He wouldn't have put up with these five-star restaurants otherwise. But the food was also good, so there was that. They were seated next to a window upon Toushiro's insistence. Unlike Ichigo, he hated people staring. But there was a woman at the table next to them that had been eyeing them from the moment they had sat down. She had looked away, aghast when Ichigo had pulled out the chair for Toushiro and pecked him on the cheek before sitting down himself. Ichigo had winked at her when Toushiro had been studying the menu. He didn't deny the satisfaction when her face turned red and she began furiously whispering to her friend.

"The table to our left, Shiro," Ichigo mumbled, "that lady looks like her face is going to catch fire."

Toushiro glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye and snorted softly. "She probably thinks you're some sort of paedophile."

Ichigo waved his hand passively, turning his attention fully to his boyfriend; he had enough fun for now. "Nah, you're too old for that. What's it now? Twenty-five?"

"As if you don't know, old man. Or are you going senile already?"

Ichigo chuckled. "You do look much younger, though. You need to tell me your secret."

Toushiro rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

"I mean I even thought you were a teenager when I first met you. I double checked your records just to make sure you weren't lying."

Toushiro scowled. "You didn't."

"I did."

"Fuck you, Kurosaki."

Ichigo smirked and reached across the table to hold Toushiro's hand. "It was more for myself, 'cause I thought you were cute and I didn't want to be a paedophile. But you weren't a minor, so it's all good."

Toushiro flushed. "You thought I was cute back then?"

"Well, like two parts adorable one part hot."

Toushiro pulled his hand away. "You get off on our age difference, don't you?"

"Oh please, and you don't? I've spoken to Momo, I know you like older men."

Toushiro turned crimson and glanced to the table next to them. "Shut up."

Ichigo grabbed his hand again, pressing his fingertips against his knuckles. "Admit it, Shiro."

He looked down at the table cloth. "I... I... might have had a crush on you when we first met."

Ichigo grinned. "Yeah, you couldn't stop blushing."

Toushiro pulled his hand away again and folded her arms across his chest. "I had a fever."

"That wasn't the only reason though."

"Ugh. Shut up."

Ichigo grinned. He definitely remembered Toushiro blushing uncontrollably during his first appointment, but he had honestly thought that it was because of his fever. He had seen Toushiro a few times afterwards, for a few tests and a follow up appointment. He had blushed furiously then, as well, and Ichigo had thought that it was just because he was uncomfortable. He had tried his best to smile and be friendlier than usual to put him at ease, only to have Toushiro become even more flustered. Then almost a month after Toushiro's last visit he got a call from his younger sister, Yuzu, inviting him to a wine tasting/singles' event. Toushiro had been there – dragged by his elder sister, and only then had Ichigo realised the reason why he had been so uncomfortable.

Age aside, Toushiro was one of the most mature people Ichigo knew; sometimes he even acted older than him. Their conversation had gone smoothly, after Toushiro stumbled over a greeting, and he was surprised to learn that Toushiro was already in grad school, studying aeronautical engineering and astrophysics, and planned to at least get up to a doctorate. He was cute when he talked about space and physics, most of which went over Ichigo's head, but it was enough for Ichigo to invite him out for coffee the next week. Then Toushiro nervously asked him out to dinner the week after that.

"You're only so small because your brain takes up all the nutrients. You'd be taller if you weren't so smart," Ichigo chuckled.

Toushiro narrowed his eyes. "And you're a doctor how, again?

Prompt donated by Reflet :) sorry, my mind immediately went to age kink.

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