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The pieces fit so easily.
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.
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Hitsugaya likes the way she makes a beeline for the slasher flicks every time they go to the rental store.
Karin likes the way he can scare off a pack of thugs with his glare alone.
Hitsugaya hates it when she goes into his kitchen, and leaves all the cupboards open.
Karin hates it when he can read her mind. Because, seriously, that shit is private. Especially when her thoughts generate (and they usually do) to her best friend in suggestive situations.
Hitsugaya loves the way she can take his mind off of Hinamori with her long winded ramblings about nothing.
Karin loves the way they have a special place on the hill where they can watch the sunset in silence, and don't ever have to think about anything.
Hitsugaya despises it when she calls him Toshi. Jesus, woman.
Karin despises that girl he's always texting.
Hitsugaya cherishes the moments when she allows herself to be weak around him.
Karin cherishes the memory of him throwing rocks at her window (yeah, the Ice King, unintentionally playing her prince charming), asking her to walk.
Hitsugaya treasures the memory of Karin screaming angry lyrics at his ex in public. She couldn't play the guitar to save her life. It had taken all his facial muscles not to burst out laughing.
Karin treasures him. Just because he's there whenever she calls. Even if it's at five thirty in the morning and they have classes the next day.
Like now for instance.
She fell asleep on Hitsugaya's bed, even though they were in the middle of a conversation (about mismatched socks, mind you). Her leg is flung across both of his, and she lies on her stomach. Her breath feathers his neck.
He strokes her hair, his hand pale in the moonlight that filters through his cheap curtains.
It's now six in the morning. And he just can't sleep.
Since when did Karin date?
She'd called him at the ungodly hour of five thirty a.m. spilling her gooey insides about a guy (who wasn't Hitsugaya). The dick had declared their relationship over in a text message, of all things. Karin didn't cry – but the jerk had made her upset.
Hitsugaya vowed to track the guy down and beat the shit out of him.
Without telling her of course.
Still.
Since when did Karin date?
She mumbles in incoherent, sleep drunk, tongue. Her thin eyebrows pull together, concentrating.
"…I love you Toshi…"
A wry smile graces his lips.
"Don't call me that," he murmurs against her forehead.
He wonders if she'll ever tell him with her eyes open.