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Toushiro headed to school the next morning, thinking about everything that went on yesterday. Even worse, he sat next to Ichigo in every class. He couldn't stop thinking about his soft orange hair, and his lean, muscular body. He sighed, he just knew the boy didn't love him. He couldn't. No one loved Toushiro. They all said they did, but then they always ended up using him for his brain. He promised himself he wouldn't trust another person. But Ichigo...Toushiro didn't want to admit it, but he loved him too.
He took a seat in his desk, arriving in class well before it started and lowered his head. He didn't want anyone to see him...anyone except one person.
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