Agro Dolce'

Chapter 1- Hello's and Salutations

"Now, Class. This is your weekly line-up. You are required to write essay's on Chapter's 1-3 and 4-7 in your "Begininngs of Sociology" Textbook. This is due By Friday Afternoon. I'm going to give you an early notice on your next assignment, which is 2 more essays in your other textbook. I need essay's on Chapters 1-3 and 4-7 also. No lates or excuses."

The bell rang shortly after that, and Ichigo Kurosaki couldn't be more pleased. Sociology was one of his worst subjects because he hated his teacher, Tia Hallibel. To him she just barked orders and demanded things that God himself even wouldn't ask. But in her defense, all Ichigo did in her class was text and make vulgar comment's on her ample breasts. Obviously her repeatedly giving him detentions and extra assignments wasn't cutting it.

"Hey, Ichigo!"

"Hey, Chad!" Ichigo echoed back before stiffening by the view of the current Dean, Grimmjow Jeagerjaques. Ichigo didn't know why, but his breath suddenly began to become heavy and lifeless. His muscles began to tighten and the contrast of the older man's hair and the radiant sunlight made Ichigo think of a sunset. Grimmjow walked slowly and intentionally passed him without emotion. It gave Ichigo a shortened sigh of relief and discomfort. Did he just spazz out over him? This was happening too fast and Ichigo was to caught in the moment to realize it. Just staring at the older man sent Ichigo in a different state of mind. He began to scan over the older man's body, making sure his eye caught every speck of view over him. Ichigo snapped out of it when the Dean gave him a sinister look. What the hell was that just now?

"Button your shirt. You come to be properly educated, not to show off, Kurosaki. Get to class."

"Yea...Yeah. Ok." Ichigo buttoned his shirt shakingly, trying not to give off the fact that he knew he was blushing. He slowly walked away, praying to the gods that no one saw his facial expressions. Before he could walk any further, his Best Friend Shinji Hirako stopped and asked him a quite unpleasant question.

"Yo, What the fuck was that? Did ya cum in yer underwear or sumthin'?"

"No, asshole. What are you talking about?" Ichigo hoped that his response would throw Shinji off, but it failed miserably.

"Yes, you do. What, you tryna ride the Dean?"

Saved by the bell, Ichigo shoved Shinji away and waved at him before rushing off to class. Ichigo had a feeling that this was going to be an interesting semester and he prepared for the worst.

Grimmjow Jeagerjaques slouched conceitedly while reading one of his favorite books, eyeballing his BlackBerry due to it's sudden vibrations. He grunted loudly before reaching for it and reading his notifications. He opened a message from his Wife, asking when he was going to be home. Lazily, Grimmjow closed the message and called her. After a few dial tones, he heard his wife's low voice give him a:

"I text you, remember?"

"I'd rather hear your voice."

"When did you start caring?"

"Newsflash, Uhh, When you had my kid?"

"Don't be a dick. When are you going to be home?"

"I don't know yet. I'm caught up in work at the moment, Tia."

"Don't be too late. Your food will get cold."

"And YOU can't heat it?"

"Ugh, your hopeless. I'll be leaving in 10. I guess your not going to be able to pick up Hinamori, Are you?"

"I just told you I might not be in time for dinner, but I can pick my daughter up? That's nice."

"You dick. I'll see you when you get home."

"I love you."

Tia hung up, leaving the older man smirking and remembering that he had to file documents for a few students with unpaid loans. He completely ignored the thought, and tossed his phone back on his desk, returning to the book he was reading.

Ichigo ran out of the classroom in a full-out sprint. He didn't need anyone else running up to him asking about what had happened earlier. Not a moment later, The Young Man found himself laying face-flat on hard tile, looking back only to see someone's mechanical pencil. Ichigo shamefully looked ahead of him, stiffening to the view of the older man's black shoes.

"Well, Ichigo. Since The Floor's so pretty, How about Friday after class, you clean this University top to bottom. It better be clean enough to eat off. I'll see you Friday."

In disarray, Ichigo slammed his head on the hard floor, forgetting that he was still laying on the flat hard surface, eager to punch something when he felt a large numb ring form on the top of his forehead.

"Fuck My Life." The younger man whimpered to himself. This had been on of the worst days for him.

A/N: Hey! Sorry the first Chapter was Kinda Short. But I promise to make it up to ya! I'll surprise you with some smexy time~! I'm now getting over a huge writer's block so, Yep. That's about it. Now, I die -_-

~Mistress Bee~