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[goatei13]

Hitsugaya Tōshirō, Matsumoto Rangiku and Hyorinmaru drawn by animation director Komatsubara Sei.

[tatakaeeren]

Hitsugaya Toushirou | Bleach tybw cour 2 ep2 "Peace from Shadow"

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Betcha can’t guess what came in the mail yesterday.

I was actually wondering what I should do to commemorate the second cour—this should fit.

[hitsugaya-toushirou]

Bleach in GraffArt Shop

[duckirubb3r]

Goofy little cringe ah-ah HitsuKarin gift exchange for @dandelion-snow. Sorry for how late it is! December was hectic and I made the foolish decision to try doing a comic instead of a story or illustration which meant that I had to try to make angles and perspectives and lighting at least somewhat match and I think I adequately failed at that but hopefully you won't have paid enough attention to notice until reading this. Happy holidays (even though it's Jan 2nd now oops)!

[duckirubb3rcommissions]

Hello, I drew a Hitsugaya to match my Rukia. Was working on an Ichigo instead but I was struggling and decided to draw something else until I can get that one figured out, so here is Hitsugaya because he's my favourite Bleach character. Might draw a Rangiku for my Hitsugaya when I have an Ichigo for my Rukia. Ice midgets gotta have their tall, orange haired counterpart, after all. 🙏

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[Bleach 072]

This scene is important to me for the express reason that Hitsugaya was apparently the one to tell Jidanbou about these rules. Because they are friends! We know this not from any in-story interactions but from one line in Hitsugaya's Souls profile:

[Souls 133]

I'll be honest with you, I've never actually read Souls and have never thought about where it ties to canon temporally, but the answer to that is apparently sometime before Hitsugaya confronts Ichimaru.

This amuses me because at this point we know all of five things about this guy, and one of the five is that he's friends with Jidanbou. We don't even know the name of his Zanpakutou (that's the "?" in his stats profile box), but we know he's FRIENDS WITH JIDANBOU.

I don't have the English version of this page, apologies, but basically it's just like, Hitsugaya is a shinigami who comes from Rukongai, he's the youngest Captain in history, and he's currently investigating the Rukia business and trying to bring Ichimaru's shit to light. By the way, he's friends with Jidanbou and taught him the "Rules of the City." (Then the bottom sidebar is about how Hitsugaya treats Hinamori like blood, and wants to protect her.)

Which honestly makes this Jidanbou connection even funnier because Hinamori, the reason Hitsugaya is even in this story and the only reason we know this much about him (through Hinamori's Academy flashback), gets a neat sidebar, but the line about Jidanbou is just thrown in at the end of the main narrative like, beeeeee-tee-dubs!!

I've always wanted to write fanfic about this, but I haven't yet come up with a premise that was actually interesting to me. I assume they get paired up in this way for the size kink, though internal to the narrative that only gets us so far. After that it's like, okay, they're both associated with West Rukongai, so there's that. They're probably both socially ostracized: According to himself, people in Junrinan find Hitsugaya off-putting because of his white hair and his, well, off-putting demeanor; people probably make fun of Jidanbou because he's enormous and speaks with a lisp (though this doesn't carry into the Viz)/doesn't come across as normatively cognitively developed. But I'm kinda like, okay, sure, whatever. The most interesting part about that for me is still that Hitsugaya has a casual friend at all, because what few relationships we do see are extremely not casual. But also BTW Jidanbou!

I still think my favorite version of this relationship is the one where, while Hinamori's been off at school, Hitsugaya casually mentions to her that he's friends with Jidanbou the Gate Guardian, with absolutely zero explanation, as a child might about a brand new ride-or-die friend, as though this were completely normal and natural for him, and that's all that's ever said about it. Hitsugaya is definitely someone who has a mental white paper for anything he's ever done, which is why I find the contrast/discrepancy so appealing.

If my life depended on writing Hitsugaya Jidanbou friendship, though, I'd probably start with the City Rules. Because:

Jidanbou has been guarding this gate for 300 years. We don't know how long Hitsugaya has been living in Junrinan, but we do know he would not have had first-hand experience with any City Rules more than ~35 years ago. Not that you need to go to the city to know the rules, but I think canon Hitsugaya establishes pretty well that he doesn't talk about things he's not interested in or things that he doesn't have personal verified knowledge of. So for the first 265 years, no one bothered telling Jidanbou very much about this place he was guarding (not even his brother). He's a utility, and one that lives outside the gates (FUGAIKUUUU)--also one that's not perceived as smart enough for that information to be meaningful. But that whole vibe is not really Hitsugaya's style, because he loves an infodump--but also because he has a bone to pick with the notion of instrumentality.

If we're making a point of saying that Hitsugaya taught Jidanbou the "Rules of the City" (in quotation marks), we're introducing an interlocutor's specific POV. I'm not saying Hitsugaya's just making shit up for the hell of it, but how important these rules are, why these would be the top 3, what their original contexts were vs. being pulled out like this, and what's a literal municipal code vs. a social more vs. just something Hitsugaya has personal commentary about, are up in the air. What I'm saying is, I feel like these have "a gigai is for eating beans" energy.

At minimum, I enjoy this because this is all information that is completely incidental not only to the main storyline but ALSO to the Detective Hitsugaya B-side. But I love that Bleach is consistently so, so interesting about all these characters and their POVs and the rules that do or don't exist in the world, particularly at these early junctures, where most of what we've heard about Soul Society is from Rukia, and a lot of it we've already seen contradicted; and we'll continue to as the arc unfolds. Who even NEEDS Kyouka Suigetsu??

[rainisawriter]

One Day, You’ll Be Mine – Hitsugaya (PSF #12)

Ficography

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Prompt: Fire&Ice (@flufftober)

Word Count: 5,879

Pairing: Reader x Hitsugaya

World: Bleach

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You never believed in love at first sight until you met Hitsugaya Toushirou. The second those beautiful teal eyes met yours, you were hooked, willing to give him whatever he wanted. Hell, if Yoruichi hadn’t been there to stop you, you would have willingly surrendered to him.

The thing is, he didn’t feel the same way. It was quite the opposite, actually.

You had been with Ichigo’s group when they broke into the Soul Society to save Rukia and you had the bad luck of running into Hitsugaya not once, but twice. The first time was purely by accident. 

You had been trying to find your way, completely lost within the maze of pathways, and you ran right into him. Or perhaps he had stumbled upon you and seized the opportunity before him.

The second your eyes met, you felt a swarm of butterflies inside your gut. Your heart raced within your chest, but it wasn’t fear at facing down a captain. It wasn’t excitement at getting to fight a captain, either. What was it, then? You had this strong urge to protect him despite him needing no such thing.

Hitsugaya Toushirou was a captain with an incredible zanpakuto. He was not someone that needed to be protected, but that didn’t stop you from wanting to.

“I don’t want to fight you,” you told him, holding your hands up in surrender.

His teal eyes narrowed at you suspiciously. You had broken into the Soul Society, taken out many soul reapers and caused a lot of damage, yet you didn’t want to fight? He wasn’t buying it. “Then surrender.”

“Okay,” you breathed out, stepping closer to him. “I surrender.”

His brow furrowed in confusion. You had come all this way, caused all this trouble, just to surrender? He wasn’t buying that, either. He believed it had to be a trick.

“Hey, what’s your name?”

“None of your business.” He replied, lifting his hand. “Bakudo number 4, Hainawa!” A rope of yellow energy shot from his hand, rushing toward you with the intention of restraining your arms.

“What are you doing, idiot?!”

You grunted when Yoruichi, still in cat form, barreled into you, knocking you out of the way before the spell could reach you. You scowled at her, rubbing your side where she had headbutted you. “What the hell, Yoru? That hurt!”

“Good!” She hissed, yellow eyes focused on the captain that was watching the two of you closely. “I specifically told you not to fight with the captains. You’re too reckless, you and Ichigo both!”

“I wasn’t even fighting him! I was surrendering.”

“That’s worse!” She hissed again, fur raised as she raised her paw, swiping her claws across your face.

“Motherfu -” you winced, covering your cheek with your hand. “That was uncalled for!”

Her eyes snapped to the male seconds before he appeared in front of you, unsheathing his zanpakuto. Your body reacted on instinct, pulling your zanpakuto from your hip to block the blow, the sound of metal hitting metal echoing through the open area.

“We need to go,” growled Yoruichi as she jumped onto your shoulder. “Now!”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, focusing your power. Flames erupted across the blade, extending toward him. He reacted quickly, using shunpo to put distance between the two of you. Within that short span of time, you had disappeared.

The second time you ran into him was during his battle with Ichimaru Gin. 

Rather than running into him by accident, you had felt his reiatsu flaring and rushed toward him without a second thought. As soon as you saw the two exchanging blows, anger coursed through you, your reiatsu fluctuating in reaction to it. This caught the attention of both men.

Despite Yoruichi yelling at you not to, you charged at Gin, eyes flaring red as flames engulfed your zanpakuto. 

“Get the fuck away from him, you bastard!” You growled, slamming your sword against his. The flames shot from the sword as if they had a mind of their own, attacking him relentlessly but he dodged each time, a smirk on his lips.

“How curious. Why is the enemy protecting you, captain Hitsugaya?” questioned Gin, an amused tilt to his voice.

Hitsugaya couldn’t answer that, he could only watch you in confusion as you continued to attack Gin, your power steadily rising with each attack. He was toying with you, you knew, and that pissed you off more.

“Bakudo number one, Sai!”

Against your will, your body twisted, arms locking behind your back. Your zanpakuto hit the ground and you cursed in frustration.

“Thank you for the assist.” Gin’s smirk widened. “This will be easier now. Shoot to kill, Shinso.”

Your eyes widened as the blade of his zanpakuto extended rapidly toward you, giving you no time to react. Hitsugaya appeared behind you, grabbing you by the back of your shirt before using shunpo to dodge. The blade broke through the concrete where you had been just seconds ago.

“The enemy is restrained,” snapped Hitsugaya, glaring at the silverette. “Murder is uncalled for.”

He hummed, tilting his head to the side. “We were given the okay to kill on sight. Have you forgotten? Or perhaps… you’re working with the enemy.”

You scoffed. “He ain’t working with me. I work alone!”

“Oh? So you didn’t arrive with five others?”

Your eye twitched at being caught in a lie. “It’s cheaper to travel in a group!”

Gin laughed at the absurdity of the statement. 

“Stop talking,” Hitsugaya muttered to you, clutching your shirt tighter.

Despite the insults you wanted to throw at Gin, you did as you were told, pursing your lips. Without a word, Gin turned on his heel and started to walk away.

“Hopefully, you don’t let the enemy escape a second time, captain Hitsugaya.”

When he was finally gone, Hitsugaya released the breath he had been holding. It was cold against the back of your neck, bringing goosebumps to your skin.

“Thank you for saving me, Hitsugaya,” you told him softly, tilting your head back so you could see him.

“Captain Hitsugaya,” he corrected you with a scowl, making you grin.

“Like captain Jack Sparrow!”

“Who?” His brow furrowed in confusion, having never heard the name before. 

“When we finally start dating, I’ll show the movies to you. I bet you’ll love them.”

His pale cheeks turned red at your declaration. “W-What are you talking about?! We will never date!”

You pouted at him. “Don’t be like that, Hitsu.”

“My name is Hitsugaya Toushirou! Not Hitsu!”

Your eyes lit up and you quickly turned around to face him. “Rou-chan! How cute~!”

His blush darkened, a scowl on his lips. “Captain Hitsugaya!”

“Yes, yes,” you nodded. “It’s a very beautiful name.”

“S-Shut up!” He stuttered, turning his back to you in an attempt to hide how flustered he had become. He wasn’t used to anyone flirting with him or complimenting him and he wasn’t sure how to feel.

You didn’t fight him when he escorted you to the prison, you were just happy to be so close to him. He smelled like mint and vanilla, his body cooler than most people’s were. On the way, you kept stepping closer to him because you enjoyed the cold that his body offered, but he continually pushed you away, sending empty threats your way.

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You poked your head into Hitsugaya’s room, checking for any guards before you slipped inside. His upper body was covered by bandages. You had heard that he was seriously injured, but you weren’t sure to what degree and no one would answer you when you asked.

You approached his bed slowly, feeling butterflies in your stomach. He was already a beautiful man, but when he was sleeping? He was absolutely stunning. He looked so peaceful and relaxed, a welcome change from the calculating expression he usually wore.

You reached out, the tips of your fingers just barely brushing against his pale skin when his hand shot out, fingers curling around your wrist. His eyes slowly opened and he glared at you, though it was half-hearted as if he didn’t have the energy to glare at you properly.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” he grunted, voice husky from a mix of sleep and pain.

“Are you okay?” You frowned, eyeing the bandages across his chest. “What happened?”

He exhaled sharply, releasing your wrist. “None of your business.”

You clicked your tongue, folding your arms over your chest. “Still so cold, Rou-chan.”

Teal eyes narrowed at you, a scowl on his lips. “How many times do I have to tell you not to -” His words died when he clenched his teeth, wincing in pain.

“Calm down,” you scolded, resting your hand against his shoulder. “You’re gonna reopen your wounds.”

“I’m fine.”

“I definitely believe you, babe.”

Whatever retort he had died in his throat with that one word, cheeks burning bright red. He sputtered, eyes wide as his brain tried to process this. Before he could, though, there was a sudden murderous aura behind you.

Your body tensed up and you swallowed hard, feeling a heavy hand land on your shoulder. 

Unohana was smiling despite the dark aura surrounding her. “You were told that captain Hitsugaya needs his rest, were you not?”

“Yes…”

“And you were repeatedly told not to bother him, were you not?”

You winced when her grip tightened. “Yes…”

“Yet here you are, bothering captain Hitsugaya and preventing him from resting.”

“I just wanted to see him,” you scowled. “If you had just told me – ow!”

“I don’t have to tell you anything, dear.” She tilted her head to the side, offering you a closed-eye smile as she nearly broke your shoulder. “Now, you’re going to do as you’re told and return to your friends, correct?”

“Yes…”

“Great.”

“Can I at least say goodbye fir -“

“No.” She tugged you roughly toward the door, forcing you out of the room.

You looked over your shoulder, meeting Hitsugaya’s teal eyes before the door shut in your face.

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You sighed heavily, slumping over your desk with a frown.

Ichigo, sitting at the desk in front of you, felt his eye twitch in annoyance. “If you sigh one more time, I’m going to throw you out the window.”

“I miss him,” you muttered. “I want to go back.”

It was his turn to sigh now, shifting in his seat so he could look at you. “You know you can’t. He’s a soul reapers, the relationship would never work.”

You groaned, smacking your head against the desk repeatedly. “Life isn’t fair~”

“Will you stop that, idiot?” He scowled, grabbing the back of your shirt and forcing you to sit up. “You don’t even know him, how can you be so in love with him?”

“I don’t know,” you frowned, feeling your heart ache, longing to be near him again. “It’s like he put a spell on me or something. I love him so much that it hurts, Ichigo.”

The orange-haired teen frowned at the pain in your eyes, not sure how he could help you. “You gotta move on. We’ll probably never even see them aga-“

The door of the classroom was shoved open before Ikkaku, Yumichika, Rangiku, Renji and, finally, Hitsugaya entered the room, wearing the school’s uniform. As soon as you saw him, it felt as if everything else disappeared. It was just the two of you in the universe.

Your heart raced with excitement, the breath leaving your lungs as you rushed forward, nearly tripping in your haste. “Rou-chan!” You threw your arms around him, holding him protectively against your body despite his protests. 

The use of the nickname, the fact that his feet were dangling above the ground because of the height difference, and the hug itself was overwhelming to him, especially since everyone was staring in surprise. His cheeks were burning, brain failing to form words.

“I missed you so much,” you whispered into his ear, fingers curling around his shirt. “I thought I would never see you again, I…”

His brow furrowed at the raw emotion in your voice and he didn’t miss the slight tremble it held at the end. He had given it a lot of thought since your first meeting and yet, he was no closer to finding an answer to the questions in his mind. He simply could not understand why you were so attached to him.

If he was being honest, a part of him liked it. It filled his belly with warmth and removed the tension from his shoulders. He knew you were an ally he could count on one hundred percent and that was comforting to him. 

The more rational part of his brain, however, screamed at him to push you away. You were human, he was a soul reaper. You would grow old and eventually die, he would not. Not to mention the fact that it was against the law of the Soul Society for a soul reaper to fall in love with a human.

Despite how badly you desired him, he knew he had to be the rational one. Putting on an annoyed scowl, he pushed you away, teal eyes darkening. “Do not touch me again and stop calling me that ridiculous name!” His fists clenched at his sides, preparing himself for what he was about to do. “You are the single most annoying person I’ve ever met and I can’t stand you.”

Your eyes widened, filled with so much hurt that he had to look away.

“I will never love you,” he hissed before leaving the room. He could feel the pain rolling off you in waves as he walked away and he’d be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. He regretted it as soon as the words passed his lips, but he knew this was the right thing to do. 

He was the rational one, the one who thought about the consequences before diving in, so he had to be the one to put a stop to this before it went any farther. Before he fell harder for you.

“Shit,” he cursed, leaning his hand on the wall and closing his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to calm himself. He wasn’t sure when it happened, but he believed you had taken his heart with you when you returned to the world of the living. He feared it was too late to take it back.

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“Get the hell up!” The door to your bedroom was slammed open by a scowling Ichigo.

“Let me die,” you muttered, the words muffled by the pillow your face was stuffed against. It had been almost a week since you stopped going to school. Hell, you hadn’t even left your room and he was sure you hadn’t been eating, either, which was very concerning because he knew how much you loved food.

He scoffed, stepping farther into the room with his arms folded over his chest. “What the hell is that going to solve?”

You shifted your head to look at him, dark bags under your eyes. “If I’m dead, I can’t feel the pain anymore.”

“Dumbass!” He snapped, smacking you hard upside the head.

“What the hell?!” You scowled, sitting up and holding your head. “Who goes and hits a depressed person?! Are you dumb?”

“You’re the dumb one! Your pain may end, but what about the people you leave behind, huh? Think about their pain!”

You winced at the pain in his voice, knowing he was thinking about his mom who had sacrificed herself to save his life. “I’m sorry, Ichigo…”

He swallowed, running a hand through his short hair. “It’s fine. I’m used to you saying dumb shit.”

“Rude,” you scoffed, playfully shoving his shoulder. “Have you heard some of the shit you’ve said? You’re no better than me, man.”

“At least I have moments where I say something smart,” he teased, making you laugh. 

Once you started, you couldn’t stop, clutching your stomach. It was contagious, apparently, because he started to laugh, too. 

Out in the hall, Hitsugaya leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. When he heard what you said, dread and fear filled him. He felt guilty because he knew he was the cause of your pain, his resolve beginning to falter. Why did he long to be the one comforting you? Why did he feel jealous of Ichigo making you laugh?

He swallowed hard, leaning his head back against the wall. He was losing control of his emotions and he hated it.

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You and Hitsugaya were complete opposites in every conceivable way.

He was the type to take a step back, calculating the risks of whatever lay in front of him. He preferred having a plan, knowing something about the enemy before rushing blindly forward. His zanpakuto was an ice type and his personality reflected this, often appearing cold to others.

He was also a genius and there were few things he couldn’t solve. He remained calm and collected under most circumstances.

You were the type to rush forward without thinking, relying on your power and instincts to tackle whatever situation you found yourself in. You didn’t give a damn about who the enemy was or what power they had, you would still face them head-on. Your zanpakuto was a fire type and your personality reflected this, quick to anger and always heated.

You were far from a genius, often misreading queues and unable to solve a puzzle to save your damn life. Calm was not a word that existed in your vocabulary.

He often felt frustrated by your actions and your constant simping over him. He just wanted you to leave him alone, but you were completely infatuated by him. 

You didn’t like believing in fate or destiny, but he changed all that. You were convinced that fate had led you into his arms, that you were meant to be. He was your soulmate.

Hitsugaya refused to believe in such things. He preferred to forge his own path, make his own choices. The thought that someone or something had charted the course of his life already was annoying and he refused to accept it.

He was not going to give in to you, no matter what happened. That’s what he repeated like a mantra inside his head every time he saw you. 

And then fate intervened in the form of one Urahara Kisuke. Yoruichi had informed him about what had taken place between you and the snow-haired captain and, since he was quite fond of you, he chose to lend you a helping hand. He insisted that Hitsugaya stay at your apartment while he remained in the world of the living.

The captain adamantly declined, but no one else was willing to house him after Urahara had told them not to. He could have easily survived on his own, but he chose to use this as an excuse, acting as if he really had no choice but to stay with you.

He had expected you to be over the moon at this, clinging to him like mold on cheese. You surprised him by not doing this. You gave him space and when you spoke to him, you did so cautiously, not wanting to upset him again.

You realized you had been coming on way too strong which made him uncomfortable. Despite how badly your heart longed for him, you didn’t want to make him feel negative emotions so you did your best to control yourself. To your credit, you did well, slipping up only when you were excited or super worried about something.

Hitsugaya didn’t know how to feel. This is what he wanted, wasn’t it? Why, then, did he long for you to hug him? To engulf his smaller body with your own? To see your lips form that nickname, to hear your voice speak it? It was driving him insane because he couldn’t get it out of his mind.

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You stifled a yawn as you climbed the stairs, stepping out onto the roof of your apartment building. The night sky was filled with stars, twinkling like tiny diamonds against black velvet. The autumn air was cold, the wind harsher up here than it was on the ground. You should have grabbed a coat.

Hitsugaya sat on the edge, his back against a metal air duct that ran across the length of the roof. His eyes were trained on the cell phone in his hand, keeping watch for any sign of hollow activity. He sensed you the moment you appeared.

“You should be asleep,” he scolded, not bothering to look up at you as you approached.

“How can I sleep if you’re not by my side?” You gave him a tired smile before settling down across from him.

He scoffed, a light dusting of pink crossing his cheeks.

You peered out at the city below. “It’s so peaceful up here. Hard to imagine a war is on the way.”

“Yeah.” His teal eyes fell on you when the wind picked up, feeling like ice against his skin. It didn’t bother him, of course, but he worried about you. “Go to sleep.”

“Don’t wanna,” you hummed, closing your eyes as goosebumps rose across your exposed skin. “I like the cold. It’s comforting.”

The words went straight to his heart, knowing the underlying meaning of those words. He tried to sound firm, but he knew his tone was softer than he intended. “It wasn’t a request, it was an order.”

You pouted at him. “Ordering me around like one of your subordinates, how mean, Hitsugaya.”

He winced at the use of his last name. He hated it coming from your lips and wished you would return to calling him Rou or even just Toushirou. “What are you doing?”

You stretched out your body across the roof, feet nearly touching his own. Using your arms behind your head like a pillow, you closed your eyes. “You told me to go to sleep, so I’m going to sleep.”

“I meant inside!”

“You didn’t say that, though.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. Why was everyone in his life so damn complicated? “I’ll make you a deal.”

You opened one eye, peering at him curiously. “I’m listening.”

“Go inside and sleep in your bed,” he stressed, eyes narrowed at you. “And I’ll let you call me Rou.”

You shot up, wide eyes practically sparkling under the light of the moon above. “Really?”

Seeing how excited you were made him feel happy and he had to force back his smile. Honestly, the deal was just as much for himself as it was for you. “Yes.”

“No takebacks?” 

Hitsugaya nodded.

“Pinky promise!” You held out your pinky, sending him a serious look.

“What?” His brow furrowed in confusion, blinking at your outstretched pinky. 

“A pinky promise is a binding contract. You can’t break it, no matter what,” you grinned, wagging your pinky at him. “Come on, Rou-chan~”

He sucked in a breath, heart fluttering at the nickname. It felt childish, but he leaned forward and locked his pinky around your own. “Pinky promise. Now go to bed.”

“Fine. Good night, Rou-chan.”

“Good night.” He watched you disappear back inside, finally letting his smile free. His hand rested over his heart, racing within his ribcage. “What the hell have you done to me?”

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Two years passed by and the two of you only grew closer, much to the amusement of everyone around you who were all taking bets on how long it would be before the snow-haired captain finally broke. He was stubborn as all hell, but even he had his limits.

You had managed to bribe Urahara into sneaking you into the Soul Society so you could see Hitsugaya. The problem with this was that stealth was far from a strength you had and many soul reapers spotted you as you ran atop the buildings. The lower ranked ran to their superiors who just laughed it off, knowing full well why you had appeared.

You really didn’t mean to startle him when you threw open the door to his office, screaming his name. Perhaps it wasn’t the best approach because he jumped in surprise, papers flying everywhere.

“Oops, sorry,” you offered him a sheepish smile before beginning to gather the papers.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He snapped, teal eyes narrowed at you. “How did you get here?”

“Urahara helped me,” you replied simply, setting the stack back onto his desk. “As for the why, well, I missed you.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. What didn’t you understand about how dangerous this was? Humans are not supposed to have feelings for a soul reaper. Though the feelings themself were not a crime, if anyone thought you were dating each other, you would probably be killed. He couldn’t bear the thought but you didn’t seem to care so long as you got to see him.

“Captain, is something – oh,” Matsumoto appeared in the doorway, smiling warmly when she saw you. She rushed over, wrapping her arms around you and squishing your face against her large boobs. “I’m so happy to see you again! How are you?!”

“Can’t… breathe…” you muttered, patting her arm repeatedly to try and get her to let you go.

“Oops,” she giggled, finally releasing you. “Sorry about that. I forget how powerful my girls can be sometimes!”

You snorted at the comment.

“Matsumoto,” called Hitsugaya, his voice stern.

“Yes, captain?”

“Take her home.”

“But I just got here,” you complained, frowning at the short male. “Rou-chan, I just want to -“

“I don’t care.” He closed his eyes, folding his arms over his chest. He had to put his foot down before you ended up getting both of you killed. “You are not allowed to come back here. That’s an order.”

Your gaze fell to the floor, shoulders slumping. You wouldn’t fight back, though. Without another word, you turned and left the room. Matsumoto sent her captain a frown before rushing to catch up to you.

“Are you okay, hun?” She asked softly, resting her hand on your shoulder.

You shrugged, stuffing your hands into the pocket of your hoodie. “I thought he was finally starting to like me, ya know? I thought…” you shook your head, forcing a smile. “It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want to see me, I get it.”

“I’m sure he has his reasons.”

“Yeah…”

Hitsugaya wasn’t sure what he had been expecting when you didn’t show up again. In all the time he’s known you, you’ve always followed his orders even if you didn’t agree with them. You were completely loyal to him, after all.

He regretted the decision to send you away. A part of him longed to hold you, to have you run your fingers through his hair until he fell asleep. He longed to be engulfed by your scent, your warmth. 

“Damn it,” he muttered, setting the paper down and rubbing his eyes. He had been trying to read the damned thing for over an hour but he hadn’t retained any of the information, his mind too wrapped up with thoughts of you.

It was then that he decided he would come to you instead. There was always work to be done in the world of the living, though captains were rarely ever the ones to be sent to deal with it. He had leeway, though, and could find a plethora of excuses as to why his presence was needed there.

For someone as straight-laced as him, no one questioned the request.

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“Please be careful!”

You looked down at the small child standing at the base of the tree, tears filling her eyes as she looked up at you. You offered her a reassuring smile and a thumbs up. “Don’t worry, I got this!”

The this in question was climbing a large tree in order to save the girl’s cat that had been scared up there by a few rude boys in her class. The branches were completely bare, their leaves lying in piles of orange and brown at the base of the tree. The farther up you climbed, the thinner the branches became, threatening to break under your weight.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” you called softly. The small feline was trembling near the top of the tree, its claws dug deep into the wood and its eyes wide. “I’m here to help you, don’t worry.”

Its frightened meow only spurred you on.

You huffed out, pushing yourself up onto your tiptoes as you extended your arm upward. You carefully grabbed the scruff of its neck with one hand, using the other to dislodge its claws from the wood. 

“I’ve got you, you’re safe,” you breathed out, bringing the kitten to your chest. It was breathing heavily, claws digging into your skin through the t-shirt you wore. You winced in pain, biting your lip. It hurt like a bitch but you didn’t want to scold him knowing he was just scared.

There was a cracking sound beneath you and your heart dropped into your stomach when the branch gave way. The young girl cried out, tears falling from her eyes as she watched helplessly. You held the kitten as tight as you could without hurting him, prepared to take any amount of damage as long as he was unharmed.

You felt something hit you from the side, arms under your back and knees. You felt the familiar feeling of shunpo, nostrils filled with the calming scent of mint and vanilla. “Rou-chan,” you breathed out, looking up at him.

“Are you okay?” He questioned with worry, eyes scanning your body for any sign of injury. As soon as his feet hit the ground, the kitten leaped from your arms, rushing over to the child.

You winced, tugging down your shirt to see the damage. Your chest was littered with scratches, tiny beads of blood rising to the surface. They weren’t even that bad but there was just something about cat scratches that burned like a mother fucker.

The little girl picked up her kitten before rushing over to you, tears flowing down her red cheeks. “A-Are you okay?!”

You slid out of Hitsugaya’s arms, much to both of your displeasure, before kneeling in front of her. “Don’t worry, I’m perfectly fine!”

“A-Are you s-sure?”

“Positive,” you smiled, ruffling her hair. 

“Thank you so much for rescuing Bob!”

“B-Bob?” you replied in surprise. “You named the kitten Bob?”

“Yeah!” she giggled, cuddling him to her chest. “Bye!”

You could only blink as she ran away, leaving you with many questions. When you stood up and turned toward Hitsugaya, he was scowling at you.

“Have you lost your mind?”

“Pretty sure you can’t lose what you never had.”

“Why didn’t you use shunpo?”

You blinked dumbly, having completely forgotten about its existence. “Oh…”

“You’re hopeless,” he sighed, bringing his hand over his face.

“Hopelessly in love with you,” you grinned, loving the way his pale cheeks darkened.

“More like hopelessly an idiot!”

“What are you doing here, anyway? Has something happened?”

He had prepared the perfect excuse before arriving in the world of the living but, as he stood before you now, it was gone from his brain. He wasn’t sure what came over him, but he found himself speaking from the heart rather than from the mind. “I came to see you.”

You looked at him in surprise, feeling warmth flood your body. 

Hitsugaya was tired of running from his feelings. He was tired of pushing you away and pretending as if you meant nothing to him. He was tired of not being able to call you his, to hold you and shower you with the love he deserved. Rules, be damned.

He closed the distance between you, hand resting against the side of your neck.

“Rou-chan,” you breathed out, fingers gripping the front of his shihakusho to pull him closer.

“Do you really love me?” he questioned softly.

“More than anything else in this world.”

The sincerity in your eyes stole the breath from his lungs. “Then prove it. Kiss me.”

The corner of your lips twitched upward as you leaned closer, lips ghosting over his own. “Is that an order, captain?”

“Ye -”

Before he could finish the word, you claimed his lips with your own, hands on his hips to bring him snug against your own body. His lips danced against your own, cheeks dusted pink as his arms found their place around your neck. Neither of you wanted to pull away but the need to breathe consumed you and you had no choice.

Your forehead rested against his as you tried to catch your breath. “Wow…”

Hitsugaya pressed a soft kiss to your jaw, his words soft. “Are you sure you want this? I can’t promise I’ll be able to let you go if you change your mind.”

You chuckled, rubbing circles against his hip with your thumb. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.”

He hummed happily, closing his eyes as his lips ghosted over yours once more. “I suppose we both have our answer, then.”

“Took you long enough,” you complained, making him chuckle.

“I’m sorry. I just… wanted to keep you safe.”

“I know. I love you, Hitsugaya Toushirou. I’ll love you until the day I die and then I’ll keep loving you from beyond the grave.”

His brow furrowed at the mention of your death. That’s the last thing he wanted to think about. “I won’t ever let anything happen to you. I… I love you.”

“Finally!”

Your eyes widened at the sound of a familiar voice and you turned. Standing up from a large bush was a grinning Matsumoto. Beside her was a scowling Ikkaku, an amused Renji and a smirking Urahara.

“You owe me, Ikkaku! You lost the bet.”

Ikkaku scoffed, folding his arms over his chest before addressing the captain. “Ya couldn’t have held out a bit longer?”

“I’m just glad they finally confessed,” admitted Renji, giving the two of you a thumbs up.

Hitsugaya’s body tensed up, his reiatsu fluctuating as his anger rose.

“Rou-chan,” you sweatdropped, wondering if you should attempt to calm him down.

He pressed his hand against your stomach, gently pushing you back and out of the way. “I am going to kill all of you!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as the small captain started to chase the three around, yelling at them about how they were disrespectful little shits who should mind their own business.

Urahara smiled at you, a silent congratulations for finally winning the heart of the man you loved most. You offered him a smile in return, feeling as if everything had finally fallen into place.

You and Hitsugaya were complete opposites in every conceivable way. Perhaps, though… that was the reason your relationship was so strong. He was everything you were not and vice versa, so you were able to make up for each other’s flaws in a way that wouldn’t be possible if you were similar in nature.

To you, that was a beautiful thing.

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-> General Taglist: @asterhaze, @mrskenpachizaraki

[thefigureresource]

Figuarts ZERO Toshiro Hitsugaya [Bleach: Thousand-Year Blood War] non scale from Bandai Spirits coming February 2024.

[emiruem]

🍓💀 and 🧊🍐angel beats! AU

[shuubaehisagi]

Cosplay is catalyst again sakdhgfhjsadgfkjasdf

There's this gacha belief that cosplay is catalyst. Either a character comes home because you cosplayed them, or you made a deal to your friends or to RNGesus to cosplay a character if they'll come home.

This one is because of the former askjdhfkjasdg

[dreaming-about-seireitei]

I need you

A/n: Yay! My first ever finished piece of writing!! I apologize in advance for the quality, I'm still learning how to do this and English is not even my first language. Anyway, enjoy!

Summary: reader has been in the 10th division for the longest time and has developed feelings for capt. Hitsugaya, but she doesn't think it's reciprocated.

Day after day, your affection and unspoken feelings grew heavier as weights on your shoulders. And as much as you loved it, he was still a distant person with frosted feelings. It was his way of being. It started getting tiring. It was beginning to feel like chasing after a train already in movement. Seemingly impossible to catch.

You and the captain of the 10th division were close. Between you two there was a strong bond that could only be explained by all the things you've been through. Having people you love get hurt, being misunderstood or judged in your lifes, fighting and going through hell to protect the ones you care about, scarring your hearts in the process... All these things made you able to understand eachother the way the tall, cold mountains understand the scattered, mellow clouds.

Some time back, you realized you had very strong feelings for him and you worked on subtly making them known. Not only have you been at his side in most battles, but in life in general. Helping him with paperwork, bringing him some snacks when he spent late nights in the 10th division's office or making him some tea when the rainy days made him melancholic. All of these were your way of showing him how much you want to be the one who takes care of him when nobody seems to do so. As days passed, your heart gathered more and more space only for him. And the late evenings of paperwork shifted to deep night hours spent in the office talking about weights of each of your souls, in a manner that other people wouldn't understand. The outsiders of your conversations would think you were only speaking in metaphors, but that was the beautiful way you two got to see through each other's words. Your soul was aching to caress his. Your heart was melting at the sound of his voice and the sight of his eyes. But your mind would always remind you about being appropriate, calling him by rank and giving him the space he needed. Even so... You loved him. You loved Toushirou. And you loved his personality. That cold demeanor with his words full of depth. And his way of frowning, always looking deeply beyond one's speech, as if trying to find the meaning behind their actions.

Even though you knew he cared about you, you couldn't be sure of the extend of his feelings. And so, after a while, you start thinking that perhaps, his affection towards you doesn't reach the point of the one you carry towards him. Maybe it's not the same kind of love, if it even gets to be called that. So in an attempt to release some of the stress in your mind, you turn to Rangiku, who gladly listens to you in the office, while you tell her all you feel. And as she asks you what are you going to do about it, you find yourself thinking about one solution. Because you knew nobody could ever reform the way he shaped your heart, you hesitate a bit before speaking. "You know, captain Hitsugaya will always be my first love. He will come in the first place, before anyone... But maybe, I can find someone and at least move on..."

Little did you know, that while you were talking about maybe asking to be departed in a mission for a while, the captain was right beside the door. With the intention of looking for Matsumoto, he stoped at hearing his name coming from the inside and has been listening from the start. Your conversation hit him like a brick, leaving a shocked, almost alarmed expression on his face. This kind of love... He never considered it. He never thought about the name of the feelings he has for you up until that point. But now that he does, he realizes. If you leave, not only will there be an empty place in his heart. But there will also be nobody who could ever fill it back. He can't let you leave. He has to have you in his life, beside him. He kind of...loves you.

After getting a note from him to meet him back at the office later that night, you hurry there. It was pouring rain. Your mind was all over the place. You two never had a planned meeting, excluding the official ones, where multiple people attended. You ask yourself if it was a coincidence or if Rangiku spoke up behind your back. You're thinking about the worst possible scenarios that could happen. The stress is making your fingers fidgety, and you start playing with the material of your clothes as you get closer.

When you finally reach the door, you take a deep breath before opening it and entering. And there he is. Initially with his back turned to you, leaning his weight on his right hand in a fist, on a table. You only get a glimpse of that view but you find it so beautiful that you wished you could have seen in more than just a second. When he turns around, you stop. His eyes look straight into yours, piercing your heart with the intensity of his gaze. He softly, almost whispering, let's out a "hi, y/n." He looks at your clothes and states "you're soaked".

To that, you just look at him and barely open your mouth to say "I didn't take an umbrella... "

The next couple of minutes were filled by silence. That, and the never-ending sensation that what was about to happen was going to be forever stamped inside your chest. Anxiety was flowing through your veins. Finally he talks.

"Do you want to be departed some place else?"

You look at him in disbelief. What? How...?

"..Matsumoto.. ", you say as anger starts creeping up the back of your neck.

Toushirou cuts you off. "No. Not this time. I happened to overhear you."

Now there's embarrassment that's showing through your cheeks and ears. You look down and start asking yourself how much did he hear and where was this going. After hearing a serious, aggravated "well?" ,you look back to him to see his frowned face staring at you.

"I'm... Not sure yet. I might." You say, not ready yet to make that decision.

His frown deepens as he sinks into thinking. Looking as if he debates whether to say something or not, he opens and closes his mouth a few times. Finally, after closing his eyes to take a deep breath, he starts walking towards you as he speaks, taking a step forward with every word.

"Look. I heard it...I know."

He takes one more step so close in front of you, that you're centimetres apart now, not breaking the visual contact for a second.

"And I... Don't want you to move on"

And he softly places his left hand on your cheek, barely touching it, to caress your skin. You slightly part your lips and widen your eyes from the surprise and the feeling of his fingers on you sends hot waves through your entire body. Breathing feels like a hard task in this moment and all your thoughts are gone. All there is, is just the feeling of barely feeling his hand and your body longing for more of his touch. He slowly pushes one step further. His body is now slightly touching yours and his right hand rises to your back. He leans in, and gently closes the gap between his lips and yours. Your whole body tingles, and you put your hands around his neck, pulling him in a little more. The delicate way he kisses you, like he's worried you'll shatter like glass if he comes too close, is making you want more of it. He takes his left hand away from your face with the right one grabs your back tighter, pulling you in, without breaking the softness of the kiss. Soon, you find out he used his left for support, and his right hand to hold you tight while he slowly takes one step further, pushing on you with his body, and leaning your back over the couch. He breaks the kiss for a second, while he holds you, to look at you. The sensation lingers on your lips for a moment, and you look at him too. And even though he has a serious and determined face, with his signature frown, his eyes are so soft looking at you like you were the meaning of life, and the light from the stars. You could hear hardly distinguish his faint, shaky breath from your own.

His gaze shifts into one of almost worry as he opens his mouth only to whisper barely audible "I need you."

You take this moment to whisper to him "now I know".

Like a weight has dropped off his shoulders, he sighs, relief making it's way on his face,his gaze softening. He smiles at you. Then, almost as a thought has just crossed his mind, he furrows his eyebrows, and opens his mouth. But you already knew what his worry was.

"We can take it slow for now." You say, a warm smile painted on your face. To that, Toushirou just smiles back and hugs you.

You two end up falling asleep on the couch, cuddling. You were right. What happened tonight was going to be forever stamped on your heart.

Phew! That was all for now! Thanks for reading. And big thank you to @seireiteihellbutterfly for helping me learn my way around these things ❤

[goatei13]

[hitsugaya-toushirou]

Rock Musical Bleach ~Arrancar the Beginning~ Cast

Karakura

Soul Society

Hueco Mundo

[haibarashiho]

I have to speak about this! I just have to cuz OMG. The details the angst. And the fact hinamori is going through a PTSD. Ughh

Hinamori awakened after Hitsugaya was dispatched to the mission. And it seems she was persistent to speak to him that she went straight to the headmaster. By her face, she was suffering and struggling each day without sleep. Guilt with PTSD. We can assume by her dark eye bags she was Re-living the traumatic event through recurring memories, flashbacks or vivid nightmares. And the guilt is her constant attempt to talk to Hitsugaya.

Hitsugaya first words to her was asking about her well being. ( my heart he is always worried about her more than himself ) and this is the first time we have seen Hitsugaya smile. As well as him noticing her features. He never missed a thing in that short call.

We can see how much they focused at his eyes. Eyes don’t lie. Without doubt her actions towards him totally didn’t bother him. He was more bothered about her injuries. His next words shows what he was bothered about. Her lack of sleep, her dark features, he even made a joke and funnily enough compared her to Matsumoto. ( we know he just can’t admit his worries because he doesn’t want her to feel any more worse. )

Hinamori blush? I guess she felt embarrassed about how Hitsugaya as well noticed her lack of growth lmao .

Then we got his famous sentence. ( He looks manly. My heart. ) and her smile, Anyway after that. Look at his curious expression? He is paying so much attention to the conversation regardless. Until she mentioned Aizen. Look the focus at the eyes again! And HERE The ptsd on action again ——

An intense emotional and physical reaction when reminded of the trauma including, sweating, anxiety, panic, heart palpitations ( we can’t know about the tachycardia but the sudden excessive sweat and her physical demeanor tell enough! She was barely holding herself together ) she was also mentally still not recovering. Not believing what happened at that time.

I’m not sure if Hitsugaya noticed this or not, But when Hinamori asked to save him and tried to excuse aizen. she was also mentally still not recovering. Not believing what happened at that time. It was evident in the anime more with the focus and the sound. As if she went into a hysterical state

The anger within him intensified, this isn’t about just her bleeding anymore.