(A/N: This is originally 121 words. Too long to be a drabble I guess. Oh well, I had to write this to get over my writer's block. Happy All Saints' Day everyone!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.
As Rangiku did her work diligently (and miraculously for the first time) on her desk, she casually gazed up to her captain who was also doing his work. She watched him in fascination.
Though he looked young and frail, there was an unspoken determination and unmistakable courage in his eyes that sometimes his opponents failed to see. His aura had that frozen bravery that couldn't easily melt by others' underestimation and mockery of his capabilities. Just like dry ice.
"Matsumoto quit slacking and get back to work." Toshiro ordered casually without looking up.
Rangiku's thoughts were cut short and snapped her back into reality. Then her lips curled into a small smile.
"Yes taicho." She answered cheerfully.
Just like dry ice.