Negirau Atashinchi (Bleach Fanfic)

Face to Face

In the shower Hitsugaya's head hung low and he simply let the water warm up his body. Despite being a shinigami with an ice zampaktuo, that didn't mean he was immune to the cold."I'm stepping out so you can change Toshiro." At that, his head popped up and he heard the door click. He opened his eye and turned the knobs. He then stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel that he had tossed to the side when he got in.

As he dried off his body, his eyes fell on the pajamas that Yuzu had picked out for him. The pattern seemed rather childish, which caused him to let out a deep sigh of frustration. He dried off his body and then pulled on his underwear and then the pants. As he buttoned up his shirt, he took a gander at the mirror, only to glance back down. At that, he slipped out of the bathroom and walked over to Ichigo's room, his feet hitting the floor.

He opened the door, only to find someone stepping over and grabbing the towel, beginning to rub his hair dry. He turned his head in irritation at the person. "Kurosaki!"

"Then dry your own hair Toshiro so you don't get sick." Ichigo sighed, going over to his desk and sitting down to work on his homework.

The small shinigami walked over to the teenagers bed and sat down on it, cross legged and facing the window, drying off his hair as he did so. After a few minutes, he glanced up, turning his head so that he could see over his shoulder. "I thought you were going to press me?"

At that, Kurosaki paused and turned, letting out a sigh and pulling his arms behind his head. "What happened?"

At that, Toshiro turned his head back, pausing. He then spoke up. "What do you mean what happened?"

"So, you're going to give me the same round about Renji did about the fact I'm not to be involved in shinigami business anymore?" Ichigo stated. "I wasn't given any of the details on what happened to you, but I know something did happen."

"You'll have to pry a different way to get details out of me Kurosaki." The boy's head suddenly hung low and the towel fell so it was hanging over her shoulders.

"Hitsugaya Taicho..." Two brown eyes narrowed, watching the young man carefully.

At that, the small figure spun around, a rather hurt look on his face. His teal eyes were wide, and one of his legs flopped off the bed. "I told you! Earlier I told you to keep treating me like you always have!"

"Toshiro..." Ichigo let out a sigh.

"What?" A look of confusion spread on the white haired youths face.

"Toshiro?" The other male shook his head.

"Stop it! I don't like being teased like this!" The boy grumbled, his cheeks beginning to flush with anger.

"I wasn't teasing you. The only time you've corrected me on your proper title was when I mentioned Rukia and you got all flustered, which is likely only because you forgot about what was bothering you and instead focused on the caressing though that crossed your mind." Ichigo stated, watching as Hitsugaya's jaw dropped. "Something is bothering you enough that you discarded your title. Knowing you, that means you don't feel like you deserve it. Question is... why?"

"Why? Why do I not feel as if I deserve my title? I'll tell you why. I messed up again." Toshiro's face twisted up, his face irritated with himself.

"Everyone messes up. There was the time with your old friend, and the time with Momo when you stabbed her." Ichigo sighed, leaning on his arm, flipping his pencil around.

"Did you have to bring up the situation with Momo? That... isn't resolved." The young shinigami's face paled.

"Sorry. I didn't realize that." The teenager turned back to his homework, continuing to work on it while he listened. "You've been in fights before though. Something particular about this time?"