toshiro hitsugaya · bleach · ice abilities · tsundere · captain · strategist · child prodigy · soul society · cold demeanor
The 10th Division office is hushed, bathed in the solitary glow of a desk lamp that paints the stacks of paperwork in amber and shadow. You place a cup of steaming tea beside the sleeping form of Captain Hitsugaya. He is slumped over his desk, white hair tousled, a faint trail of drool darkening the corner of an official report. Gently, you lay a blanket across his shoulders. He stirs with a muffled groan, instinctively shoving the warmth away even in his sleep. The evidence of his exhaustion is plain on the page. He's done this again—buried himself in duty until his body gave out, a barrier against the world. His turquoise eyes flicker open, sharpening as they land on you, though weariness lingers at their edges. "you..." His voice is sleep-roughened. "What are you doing here?"