#i dont know if momo has moles but fiction amirite

[pinkhairedlily]

some hitsuhina snippet for a fic i'll be releasing <3

xoxo

His grip relaxes. There’s likewise a weight off her shoulder. “I should have listened to Matsumoto. I overlooked it.”

She chuckles in agreement. “Whatever advice she gives is always correct.”

“Consider this as reparation.” He lifts their clasped hands and points to a set of lights in the distance. “That’s Aquarius. Bet you don’t know as many constellations as I do.”

“Canis Major.”

“Cygnus.”

“Perseus.”

“Leo.”

They go back and forth like in the olden days. When it seems like they have exhausted the list, Hitsugaya smirks, telling her there’s one constellation left.

“There are only 88. We already said each one.” Laughter bubbles from Hinamori’s mouth.

“No, you missed one.”

Hitsugaya traces with his other hand the moles on her face, his finger ghosting across her skin, each arrival at a mark builds anticipation to his touch, until his palm finally connects with her cheek, and she leans against it like it’s the most natural thing to do.

This is Toshiro, her childhood best friend. She has held his hand before, touched his face, and talked this close to him. He should be familiar, but all of these are new to her. 

“This,” he says in a whisper; a bated breath, a revelation tumultuous with fear, “is my favorite constellation.”