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They had been dating for a few months now. Well, two to be precise. And Ichigo came to the realisation that he didn't know much about his boyfriend. Sure he knew the important things: birthday, favourite foods, hobbies, pet peeves, and such. He knew about his family, that he grew up with his grandmother and sister, Momo. He knew he had a sharp tongue, and was extremely sarcastic. But he didn't know anything about past relations, either platonic or romantic. Toushiro had a small circle of friends; his sister, Rangiku; his lieutenant, Captain Ukitake, Lieutenant Nanao, and Ichigo wasn't sure if he genuinely liked Captain Kyoraku, or if he just put up with him for Ukitatke's sake. He had long since accepted the fact that Toushiro was a secretive person. He didn't take any offence to it; that was just how Toushiro was. But there was one question that had been sitting at the back of Ichigo's mind for a while now, and he had no idea on how to ask it.
"Hey, Shiro, are you a virgin?"
Yeah, 'cause that would go down well. He would either get kicked out of the Tenth's office or dumped on the spot. No, he needed to ask it with eloquence and finesse. Snooping around wouldn't do, either. He was positive that all of Toushiro's friends had been kept in the dark about that aspect of his life as well.
He assumed that Toushiro was, just because he tended to be more reclusive and sometimes downright shy. He couldn't picture him having any casual flings, or however that worked in the Soul Society. He was also way too dedicated to his work to do anything like that. There was also the fact that Toushiro was still pretty young, by shinigami standards, and there weren't many people his age.
It didn't help that Toushiro gave no indication what so ever as to whether he was or not. Granted, Ichigo had told him that he was more than okay with taking things slow, so they hadn't even spoken about sex yet. Maybe they should, or maybe Toushiro would freak out and think Ichigo was pressuring him.
He groaned aloud. This was getting him nowhere.
"What's the matter, Ichigo?" Toushiro asked, looking up from a report on his desk.
Ichigo shot up from his position on the couch. He had almost forgotten that Toushiro was in the room with him. So damn quiet. "Uhhh, nothing. Just thinking about something."
"You sounded distressed."
"I... I'm not really."
"Is it anything I can help with?"
Ichigo had to physically stop himself from whipping his head around to ask Toushiro if he was a virgin right then and there. "Maybe... later."
Toushiro frowned at his response, but didn't press any further. Ichigo examined him as he went back to his work, as if he could tell from watching. He couldn't.
He would have to butter Toushiro up, of course, before he could tread into such dangerous territory. He brewed a pot of Toushiro's favourite tea and picked up a bouquet of flowers from a florist. Toushiro was pleased, but suspicious.
"What do you want, Ichigo?" he asked as he set the flowers in a vase of water and set them in a corner in his room. He spent a few moments arranging them before turning around to stare at Ichigo.
Ichigo, who was sitting anxiously in the middle of the room, chewed the inside of his cheek. "Who says I want anything?"
Toushiro rolled his eyes. "Out with it."
Ichigo sighed heavily. "I need to ask you a very personal question."
Toushiro raised an eyebrow. "And you thought that you needed to get me flowers in order to do so?"
"I didn't want you to get mad at me."
"I wouldn't get mad at you for asking me a question."
"Right..."
"What do you want to know, Kurosaki?"
Ichigo licked his lips and cleared his throat. "I... um..." he broke off to scratch the back of his neck.
"Whatever question it is, I'm sure it can't be that bad."
Ichigo chewed the inside of his cheek. Well if he wanted to make it a challenge...
"Are you a virgin?"
Toushiro's face went blank for a second, before him mind was able to process the question. Then he turned red. First his cheeks, then his entire face, his neck, and his ears. "What... wha... I... what..." he stammered for almost a full minute. Ichigo had to stop himself from grinning at how cute his embarrassment was. Eventually he managed to clear his throat and he looked away from Ichigo still blushing heavily. "Why do you want to know that?"
Ichigo shrugged. "I don't really know anything about your personal life, to be honest."
"And you thought that that was an appropriate place to start?"
"Well... it was going to come up eventually."
Toushiro coughed. "I... um..."
"It's not a bad thing either way. I was just curious."
Toushiro shook his head and stared at his feet.
"You don't have to answer." But it would kind of defeat the purpose. Ichigo held out his arms, inviting Toushiro into a hug.
Toushiro grumbled but slid into Ichigo's embrace, resting his head against his chest. He mumbled something. Ichigo knew it was an answer, but he hadn't heard it properly and he couldn't decide whether or not to ask again. Toushiro spoke up after a while however, his blush intensifying and his voice pitched higher than Ichigo had ever heard.
"Yes," he blurted then buried his face back into Ichigo's chest.
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