Coffee Flavored Angel (Bleach Fanfic)

Black, No Sugar or Creme

 The twenty-two year old college student tried rubbing a kink out of his neck muscles. Toshiro hadn't shown up for classes today, nor had he answered any kind of the texts Ichigo had sent the young teen. The oldest Kurosaki teen took a protective attitude towards Toshiro the first day he met him much to the irritation of the white haired youth. Eventually the child prodigy found out Ichigo's younger siblings would have been in the same school year had Toshiro not skipped grades like he did.

Toshiro wasn't the type to miss a day of school unless something serious happened, and a phone call to Rangiku-san told him the boy wasn't home sick with his mother. The only other place he could imagine Toshiro being was his godmother's coffee shop. The place used to not be the teens favorite place, but then Karin started working there. Ichigo sighed as he opened the door remembering a question he posed of Karin once. "Do you like Toshiro? I don't mean as just a friend."

"As if I'd be so lucky."

His sister stood behind the counter filling out orders, and Nanao was on the phone. A grimace spread across Ichigo's face at the panicked tone in the woman's voice. "No. He's not here."

"Why would Toshiro's dad be calling the shop?" Ichigo shook his head and started to turn his neck to look towards Toshiro's usual spot to see if the fifteen year old was actually there. This action was stopped shot by a girl storming up to the counter with an irate look on her face. Ichigo recognized the uniform for Karakura High and knew she was from Karin's school.

"You got the order wrong Kurosaki. Thus you owe us a refund."

Ichigo's teeth ground together seeing the cups of coffee were almost all the way gone as the girl rattled off the order she and her friend placed. Nanao was to busy arguing with Toshiro's father on the phone. "They're just here to bother Karin."

The older Kurosaki sibling had the mind to storm over and defend his sister despite the fact he knew full well she could defend herself. A rather quiet voice from the corner by the glass window beat the older brother to the bunch. "That's not what you ordered."

"Excuse me?" The girl turned to look at Toshiro who had his usual sketchpad in his lap.

"I've an eidetic memory." The white haired youth didn't look the girl in the eye, but simply stared at the sketchpad. Toshiro loathed bringing up that particular talent of his. "You ordered a mango chocolate espresso smoothie, a white chocolate espresso with mint, and a green tea latte. If she had messed up your order you should have said something before you drank nearly everything."

Ichigo let out a sigh of relief, but couldn't push away the fact Toshiro had purposefully skipped class. The fact the fifteen year old wasn't looking meant he could sneak over without Toshiro seeing him do so. He carefully slipped behind the boy to catch a glimpse at what he'd been drawing as the boy flipped through the pictures. Toshiro was undeniably good at drawing like he was everything else, but there was definitely something there which always bothered Ichigo a bit.

The orange haired college student glanced up at his sister as a smirk spread across his face before leaning over so he was right next to Toshiro's ear so only the fifteen year old could hear. "My sister is pretty, isn't she?"

Ichigo saw the white haired teen's face suddenly flush a deep red, and Toshiro began to stammer. "I don't know what you're talking about!"

"Of course you don't!" A laugh escaped Ichigo's lips as he sat down across from Toshiro and set his book bag down in another chair. "I told you that I'm fine with you asking her out." The eldest Kurosaki let out a laugh. "Do I need to have her take you on a date for your sixteenth birthday Toshiro?"