Author's Note: It's been a while since I finished my first story. I've been trying to write a new one and thought up of a few scenarios, but none of them were ones I knew how to work with. But then I got this idea and well... since I want to finish stories before I post them. Let's say it took a while to finally publish this story.

Disclaimer: Bleach. When shall Bleach be mine, I wonder? Never if Kubo can help it.

Chapter 1

Silence. Yes, no sound could be heard from the room in which two adults were resting. Well, no sound other than the occasional flipping of the pages from the book the young lady was reading. She was peacefully reading the romance novel in a sitting position, leaning deep into her comfy, fluffy pillows. Even though she wasn't very keen on the romance genre, finding some to be too sappy for her taste, she decided to give it a try anyway since her fellow reader Nanao Ise recommended it to her. And everyone knew Nanao knew her books. Matsumoto Rangiku, her other dear friend, also recommended her a book..., which included some very 'explicit' scenes. Very detailed 'explicit' scenes. Yeah, she rather listen to Nanao when it came to books. She was glad too, it's quite an enjoyable read. Not too sappy that it makes her want to throw up rainbows, but the love aspect wasn't lacking either.

"Momo, put that book down and sleep."

Hinamori Momo glanced at the male who was lying next to her on the bed. His face was burried into his pillow, making her wonder how he could breath properly like that. He did have a point though, it was near midnight and she was still reading, with her night lamp near the nightstand providing her the light she needed. It wasn't too bright of course, she didn't want to bother the white-haired male.

"I'm almost done with this chapter, Toushiro. Give me a few more minutes."

He groaned and rolled to his side with his back facing her. She assumed he did that so he could have an easier time breathing. "30 minutes and that's that.", he mumbled.

She nodded to show him she understood. Not that he could see her, but she liked to pretend he had invinsible eyes on the back of his head. Or pretty much everywhere. He always seem to know what was going on with her, even when he isn't around. Like when she was at work and her stomach growled. Five seconds later he showed up with a basket filled with juicy peaches... Mmmm, peaches. He said he just happend to walk by her office and bought the basket, just because he felt like it. She was a bit suspicious, but didn't question it.

She focused on her book again. Right, she was thinking that it wasn't a bad story and how the romance was rather sweet. Not too much, not too less. Which reminded her of her own romance, if you could call it that. She wasn't really sure herself.

She glanced once again at the twenty-two year old, sleeping male next to her. Hitsugaya Toushiro, or how she sometimes called him, Shiro-chan much to his dismay. He told her time and time again not to call him that, saying that it was too childish. And she apologized time and time again, explaining it was a habit of hers that wasn't easy to get rid off... and she secretely enjoyed annoying him. Just a tad bit.

So, back to the romance. It started back when they were in elementary school. Sorta. Not really. Hey, you can't just expect two kids to fall in love immediately.

He was in second grade and she in the fourth, since she's two years older than him. Hitsugaya was only a little boy back then and well, with white hair and teal eyes he certainly did stand out, but not in a good way. His classmates, or everyone who just happend to pass by were scared of him or they couldn't stand the fact that he was a whole lot more intelligent than they were. In other words, he had no friends. Not that he minded that, he couldn't care less about other people. Except his grandmother, he loved her to death.

Hinamori Momo, on the other hand had a small circle consisting of close friends. Three boys, Abarai Renji, Kira Izuru and Hisagi Shuuhei who was two grades higher than her. Hisagi was also the one who introduced her to his pretty classmate Matsumoto Rangiku. The blonde soon became friends with the raven-haired girl. Matsumoto wanted her to meet her other friend too, namely Ichimaru Gin. He was friendly towards her, however she couldn't help but feel a wee creeped out everytime he grinned. In short, the whole time. Hinamori did hear rumors about a boy with snow white hair, but she never saw him. She was a bit surprised though, with Ichimaru and his silver hair (he swore it's all natural, she had her doubts) could it be that bleaching your hair was a new trend or something?

Hitsugaya, being the genius he was, got told he could skip a few grades next schoolyear. So he ended up in fifth grade together with Hinamori. Sadly for her, she got seperated from Abarai and Kira. There were also Hisagi and Matsumoto who went off to junior high school. And Ichimaru, but she was more relieved than sad about that.

Their homeroom teacher was a man who liked to do things systematically, so he drew a map where the pupils should be seated, based on their last names. And so Hitsugaya and Hinamori, with their last names starting with the same first two letters were to sit next to each other.

Hinamori just stared at him, but made sure she didn't do it in an obvious way. She didn't want to come across as rude to the person she was going to sit next to for the rest of the year. So this is the boy people have been talking about! She wondered how many times he had to bleach his hair to get it so... white. Let alone the amount of hairgel to make his hair look so spiky. She frowned. Didn't he know that all those hairproducts were damaging his hair? She then glanced to her other classmates. The teacher wanted them to introduce themselves and it was almost her turn. After the boy behind her finished introducing himself she stood up.

"My name is Hinamori Momo. I'm ten years old and I like to draw and read books.", she said with a smile.

After she sat down it was Hitsugaya's turn. She looked up to see his face. His expression was of the bored variation and so was his voice. "My name is Hitsugaya Toushiro. That's all."

The raven-haired girl then noticed how short he was, which made her snicker inwardly. She bet she was at least seven centimeters taller than him. Not that she would tell him that, of course. Again, she didn't want to come across as rude.

The first few weeks went well. Hinamori still met Abarai and Kira during lunchbreak and she also befriended some of her classmates. Hitsugaya wasn't so lucky. His icy personality once again made it difficult for him to make a connection with the other kids. That said, he wasn't an utter hopeless case. Not with the upbeat and friendly girl who decided to share her lunch with him one day.

It was lunchbreak and Hinamori was searching for her friends when she saw the white-haired boy sitting alone with a sad face. Well, for the untrained eye he looked as stoic as ever, but these past weeks she managed to take note of the slight changes of his face when he was feeling a particular emotion.

"Hitsugaya-kun? What's wrong?", she asked as she sat down on her chair.

He sighed, "It's nothing. I just forgot to bring my lunchbox."

She shook her head. Now, that just won't do. If he wanted to grow taller (and she was pretty sure he did), he should at least eat properly. She opened her own lunchbox and it revealed some amanatto.

"Here, you can have some if you want." She shoved her lunchbox closer to him. His eyes widened a little. Was she offering to share her food with him? He stared at the sweet, fermented red beans and Hinamori asked herself if perhaps he disliked it... "They're yummy you know, I promise."

Yummy?...Yummy?! What did she mean by yummy?! They're absolutely delicious! He picked one up and chew on it. Savouring the sweet, sweet taste of the amanatto. After he swallowed it he took another one, and then another one and... Hinamori blinked with her eyes. Never has she seen someone eating so fast. And in a flash all the amanatto were gone.

The white-haired boy realized that he ate all of the red beans and blushed a faint pink colour. "I'm sorry.", he mumbled, embarrased of his lack of restraint when it came to eating his favorite foods.

She giggled lightly, "That's okay. See? I told you it's yummy!" Hinamori packed her lunchbox in her backbag again and Hitsugaya remained silent. Deep inside he wanted to tell her that it was an insult to call the awesomeness that is amanatto 'yummy'. But then something else struck him. She wasn't scared of him. In fact, she was being nice towards him. He took a better look at her and found out they were almost complete opposites. Her hair was dark and his one light. Her personality was warm and his one cold. She was of everage height and he... not so much.

"Aren't you going to spend lunchbreak with your friends?", he asked in a not so nice tone. He didn't even thank her, but he didn't do that because he had no manners. No, he wanted to watch her reaction. Was she going to be mad? Hurt? Or just ignore him?

She put her backbag down and turned to him. She smiled, "Nah, I can hang out with them any other day too. They probably won't mind that much either. Besides, I want to get to know you better if that's okay with you." She blamed her curiosity for that. He always looked like such a loner and no one took the trouble to talk to him. She believed he wanted it that way, so she didn't talk much to him either. But in reality, she really did want to befriend him. See him smile for a change instead of that pernament pokerface.

He blinked with his eyes. First she shared her lunch with him and now she asked him if it was okay to get to know him better? What was she? A weirdo? But then again, this wasn't your everyday opportunity life was offering him. If he didn't take this chance now, then he maybe really will end up alone for the rest of his life (except for his grandmother, but she was very old and as much as it pains him, he knew she couldn't always stay with him). And that's all coming from an eight year old boy. So he accepted, "...Whatever." Even accepting things nicely just wasn't his style.

Hinamori laughed. She wasn't put off at all, more amused by his attitude. "Good!"

Because of Hinamori, the white-haired boy got introduced to her other friends. Not everyone felt comfortable around him, but Abarai and Kira did. Having a weird hair colour himself, Abarai felt he could relate to him. And Kira trusted everyone Hinamori associated herself with. Just because.

Hitsugaya's grandmother noticed something about her grandson. Lately, he seemed more... happier than usual. Which itself says a lot, because he never looked happy unless he was with her. So when she saw him smile lightly at a raven-haired girl who was busy tying her shoe laces, she was flabbergasted. And that's an understatement. School has ended and when his grandmother went to pick him up she also took the chance to know more about this girl.

"Toushiro.", she spoke. The boy whipped his head to her and his expression brightened. Slightly, of course. There were still other people around and they didn't need to find out he actually had emotions. "It's time to go home. Say bye to..."

"Hinamori Momo, madam. It's nice to meet you!" The young girl grinned as she extended her hand to the elder woman.

"Oh, my. Why, it's nice to meet you too, Momo-chan." She shook the smaller hand with her own wrinkled one. She laughed softly when she looked at the two childeren side by side, the contrast between them very evident. Hitsugaya took his grandmother's hand when they were about to walk away. "See you tomorrow, Hinamori."

"See you!" She waved at them and then began to walk to her bycicle.

The elderly Hitsugaya approved of the girl the first second she layed her eyes on her. Finally, at long last, her little Toushiro made a friend. A cheerful one, might she add.

Months flew by and slowly, Hitsugaya opened up a little to Hinamori. Hinamori even started calling him by his first name and he had no problems with it. What he did have problems with was she would sometimes call him 'Shiro-chan' and wanted her to stop. But Hinamori found the pet name cute as she found him cute, especially when he's acting all grumpy. And when did he get grumpy? When she called him 'Shiro-chan'. It's a bit of a cycle.

His grandmother knew that he actually really cared for the girl, so thinking it would be fun she suggested that he should have a sleepover. And Hitsugaya couldn't refuse his grandmother.

So when it was summerbreak, Hinamori was invited to stay with them for a few weeks. And it turns out she also couldn't refuse grandmother Hitsugaya. Her parents were reluctant at first, but one glance at the elderly lady and they gave in anyway. It was fun though, they ate watermelons almost every single day and Hinamori immediately got along with the kids from his neighbourhood.

There was this one night, however, when Hinamori was reading a book on the bed she would be sleeping in with Hitsugaya. Her throat was dry so she reached out for the glass of water that stood on the nightstand. Her eyes were still focussed on the book and when she read the paragraph with the biggest plot twist she had ever seen... her hand slipped. The glass of water fell on her lap, the content staining her pajama. At that same time Hitsugaya entered the room and much to her horror, it was also the start of him calling her 'Bedwetter Momo.' They then made an agreement that neither she would call him 'Shiro-chan' and he her 'Bedwetter Momo' in public.

When they entered sixth grade, everything went smoothly. Nothing out of the ordinary or worth mentioning. But that's okay, they wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

I know, it's not a very original concept, but it's a concept nonetheless. This story will only have four chapters by the way. Thank you for reading!