Fic [Doctor's Appointment]
Title: Doctor's Appointment
Rating: PG-13
Beta: live_with_love
Disclaimer: Bleach is not mine.
Pairing: Shuuhei/Izuru
Warning/Spoilers: Boys kissing, AU
Word Count: 1,056
Author's Notes: Written for Cee's birthday! I'm sorry it's late my dearest Shuu-chan but you know how lovely my internet was being! This AU is based on the cards that came out pictures of which you can find here (tis the last spoiler thing). Quick run down for what you need to know Shuuhei = school doctor (though in the actual AU Cee and Mary came up with he's a chemistry teacher he likes to blow things up ne Cee~), Izuru = leader of the table tennis team, Kensei = table tennis coach/gym teacher and Shuu's sempai~, Renji = Izuru's best friend (is nearly always late XD)
“Abarai-kun really I’m fine!” the blonde insisted, even as he limped and leant most of his weight on the red head.
“Che, yeah sure so if I let go ya can just carry on walking down the corridor, na?” Izuru was in denial, not stupid, so he quietened down at that. “Yeah I thought so.” Abarai muttered smugly. The blonde pouted faintly and was helped closer and closer to the place he dreaded; the infirmary.
It wasn’t that he had a fear of doctors or anything, and it wasn’t the fact that the new school doctor was horrible. That couldn’t be further from the truth. The problem was that Izuru thought the new doctor was rather good-looking, drop dead gorgeous in fact, and he did an awful lot of blushing in his presence. The red head reached out all too soon to knock on the door and entered.
“Ah back again, are we?” the young, brunette doctor asked.
“Nope, it’s Izuru this time, Hisagi-sensei. Muguruma-sensei reckons he’s probably just sprained it but he has a…”
“Abarai-kun! I’ve hurt my ankle not my mouth.” the blonde finally blurted out, flushed in anger and then embarrassment as the doctor gave him an amused smirk. “W-well it’s not too bad.” Izuru muttered, looking down at the floor.
“Let’s get you sat up on here then,” He patted on the bed. “So I can take a look, ne?” Izuru hobbled over, helped by his best friend, and managed to hoist himself up onto the bed. He swivelled round so his feet were resting on the bed. Hisagi sat down at his feet and quickly took the teen’s shoes off, who went back to blushing again having just calmed down. Abarai sniggered, earning him a glare from Izuru which didn’t go unnoticed by the doctor. “Hadn’t you better go back to class, Abarai-kun. Muguruma-sensei won’t be happy if you skive off the rest of your lesson here.”
“Ah, no sir.” the red head replied immediately, thinking instantly of the number of laps the gym teacher would give him. “R-right I’ll be going then. See you at lunch, Izuru.” Hisagi nodded and returned to comparing the blonde’s ankles, giving the red head enough time to wink at the blonde, whose blush darkened again. He left the infirmary soon after, leaving the two alone.
“Hmm, looks like it’s swollen up. Can you roll up your trousers for me a bit?” the blonde nodded silently and did so, unable to make his blush go away. The brunette immediately began lightly running his fingers over the most likely swollen ankle. “Mmm definitely swollen and not broken.” He moved a hand to the blonde’s other ankle for comparison. “Mmm.”
Hisagi got up and opened the small freezer beneath his desk, pulling out an ice pack. “Keep this on your ankle, whilst I write up the report, okay Kira-kun?” Izuru gave another wordless nod and took the ice pack with minimal blushing, except when their fingers brushed. The blonde hurriedly turned his attention out the window, squeaking when the ice touched his skin. Hisagi smirked to himself, noting how cute the blonde was and deciding to save him some dignity by not commenting on said squeak.
Comfortable silence fell over them as the brunette’s pen scratched against the paper, filling in the injury forms and Izuru occupied himself with looking out the window, around the room, and sneaking the occasional glance at Hisagi. The brunette didn’t notice these glances until, form finished, he looked over at the blonde and their eyes met for the briefest of seconds before the teen turned away, blushing again.
“You’ve not come down with a fever as well, have you?” Hisagi questioned, knowing full well why the blonde kept turning so red. Kensei had been encouraging him for weeks to ‘make a move’ on Izuru, seeing as it was the kid’s last year and they obviously liked each other. The brunette sat closer to the blonde this time, pressing the back of his hand to the blonde’s forehead and using his own forehead for comparison. “Hmm, I’m not sure…” he trailed off, pressing their foreheads together instead.
“Hi-Hisagi-sensei.” Izuru murmured nervously, watching the doctor carefully.
“Mmm?” Hisagi asked, his hand slipping to cup the back of the blonde’s head, and looking the blonde straight in the eyes, watching hope and embarrassment rapidly interchange.
It was Izuru who ended up making the first move, maybe he’d seen something in Hisagi’s eyes that he hadn’t realised he was putting out there. The blonde tentatively touched his lips to the older man’s, relief flooding him like a drug when the brunette kissed back. Hisagi found the teen a little clumsy but he didn’t mind it one bit, shifting his hand to change the angle, tongue flicking out to taste Izuru’s lips. They parted beneath his almost instantly and the brunette slowly began exploring the wet cavern, before teasing his tongue, coaxing it to brush against his. Izuru let out a low moan as their tongues continued to brush together and he followed the brunette’s tongue into his mouth when it retreated. Hisagi groaned as the blonde gained in confidence and they only broke apart when the need for air became too great.
“It would appear that you don’t have a temperature.” the brunette whispered after a little while, dorky grin on his face.
“Like you didn’t know already, Hisagi-sensei.” Izuru murmured, blushing cutely again. Hisagi
chuckled softly.
“In private you can call me Shuuhei. May I call you Izuru?” he asked. The blonde nodded in reply, blush deepening. “Good. Now how’s your ankle feeling?”
“I…think it’s ok.” Izuru got up, testing the injured ankle, wincing as pain shot through him.
“Maa maa, you better rest some more.” Shuuhei stood up from the bed and literally swept the blonde off his feet, holding him in a bridal style hold for all of a few seconds before depositing him back on the bed. “Stay there and don’t go walking about.” Izuru nodded and began to look out the window, trying to get his thoughts in order. The brunette softly kissed him on the forehead. “If you look so brooding, you’ll form another crease.” he murmured softly, before returning to his work. The blonde touched his forehead, smiling at Shuuhei’s back, before lying down and getting some rest.