Hitsugaya Toshiro was enjoying his brief moment of peace leaning against the rail that lined the roads. The gentle, happy laughter of the nearby children playing was satisfying and rewarding in and of itself. A flash of blond and a more mature laugh had him wincing slightly, anticipating his more rowdy lieutenant to pop up as she normally does. However, it was a golden-blonde teen that joked with the children ice-skating on the small pond. She must have felt eyes on her as she turned to where he was comfortably relaxed and gave a flirty wink of hello, bemused he remarked that she reminded him of Matsumoto. Absently he wondered if Matsumoto had living descendants on this side. His curiosity was interrupted by the alerting jingle of a nearby hollow from his phone, and his hand dashed toward where his soul candy resided.
As quick as it took for him to pop out from his gigai, the hollow had been destroyed. The speed of the kill denoted it to be the only Quincy active and he sighed. Glancing over the blond girl teen with the red bow, and the gleeful children he figured it was time to head back to the base camp they had set up in the mortal world. The slight peace he had garnered lasted right up until he turned to slip back into his gigai. He found himself face-first in the snow, shinigami clothing becoming wet and the familiar feeling of icy slush sliding down the back of his neck. Hitsugaya found his object of ire bouncing up with a giggle, and was once again surprise by the amount of those with high spirit pressure and sense.
"You know, you shouldn't frown so much, it's not very attractive." She offered before skipping past him and looking back at him. "Well come on, I'll treat you to some hot chocolate." With that she gently nudged him into his gigai body and dragged toward what looked like a café.
An hour later he was found by an extremely giddy Matsumoto holding several shopping bags, and was the only one to witness the pair bonding over feminine things. Hitsugaya groaned letting his head hit the table as he realized, now Minako, the blond teen girl, would undoubtedly be spending more time with them.
"Too cute." They both crowed and Hitsugaya only wanted to return back the soul society. Whatever peace he had managed to garner had floated away from him in a moment of inattention. Belatedly he wondered if Ichigo had any room at his place.