Hitsugaya is a prodigy, and young for a captain of the Gotei 13, but he's no babe in the woods; he is still a man. He's just short. And though he'd never dignify such criticism by acknowledging it, he is content to know that there are those who see beyond matters of such little stature.
Take his vice-captain, for instance, lying naked beside him, blanket covering her only to the waist, snoring like an ox. He'd like to think it was him who wore her out so thoroughly, but he sees her during her daily afternoon nap, and the sound of sawing logs is nothing new. That doesn't stop him from smiling at the memory of how she got this way.
He lets his mind wander as he gets dressed (and Matsumoto DID work hard yesterday, even before certain evening activities, so he'll let her sleep instead of dragging her to the office). No one expected anything like this to happen between them. He was too professional; she, too everything else. But they've always been a team, and when it did happen, they weren't drunk or high on victory or anything else that would explain away their actions. They were them, and afterwards, they were still a team.
Still, Hitsugaya is a discreet man, and doesn't make a show of the new dimension of their relationship, but everyone seems to be looking at him this morning. Looking and giggling--not what he expects from his subordinates. He spends most of the morning snapping at people to get back to work until he catches a glimpse of his reflection while polishing his sword.
Hickeys. Large ones. All over his neck.
Matsumoto will be doing extra paperwork for a month.
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Take his vice-captain, for instance, lying naked beside him, blanket covering her only to the waist, snoring like an ox. He'd like to think it was him who wore her out so thoroughly, but he sees her during her daily afternoon nap, and the sound of sawing logs is nothing new. That doesn't stop him from smiling at the memory of how she got this way.
He lets his mind wander as he gets dressed (and Matsumoto DID work hard yesterday, even before certain evening activities, so he'll let her sleep instead of dragging her to the office). No one expected anything like this to happen between them. He was too professional; she, too everything else. But they've always been a team, and when it did happen, they weren't drunk or high on victory or anything else that would explain away their actions. They were them, and afterwards, they were still a team.
Still, Hitsugaya is a discreet man, and doesn't make a show of the new dimension of their relationship, but everyone seems to be looking at him this morning. Looking and giggling--not what he expects from his subordinates. He spends most of the morning snapping at people to get back to work until he catches a glimpse of his reflection while polishing his sword.
Hickeys. Large ones. All over his neck.
Matsumoto will be doing extra paperwork for a month.