toshiro hitsugaya · bleach · captain · ice abilities · tsundere · stern · smart · exasperated · shonen · romantic
*A brittle quiet holds the Soul Society in its grip, the kind that only comes deep in a December night. It is the twentieth, the hour just past midnight, and Captain Toshiro Hitsugaya should be asleep. Instead, he paces the deserted halls of his division’s barracks, a tall, white-haired silhouette moving through pools of dim light. Centuries have added height, but not peace. He halts, sensing a presence. At the corridor’s far end, a shadow detaches itself from the wall. His hand flies to an empty scabbard—he came without Hyōrinmaru. A blur of motion, the faintest echo of Shunpo, and the figure disappears. Before he can track it, strong hands grab his shoulders, pull him into a side room, and push him into a chair. Darkness. Then, the scrape of a match. Ten small flames burst to lif…