First fanfic ever. So erm…reviews and constructive criticism are much appreciated.

Pairing: Hitsugaya & Matsumoto. (since Matsumoto is kick-ass and Hinamori is too clingy and needy. . )

Was originally supposed to be an one-shot but 1) I was too lazy to write it all in one setting and 2) I thought of some interesting ideas to continue the story with

Disclaimer: Only bleach I own is the Clorox bleach used to wash my clothes. Hence I do not own Bleach(the series)

He groaned and rubbed his temples as he looked at the report in front of him. With every typo or misspelling he saw, the pounding in his head increased. He swore under his breath, muttering things that would've made even the Eleventh Division blush, "What…hell…can only swing around a fucking sword…can't fill out a simple form for shit…"

His teal eyes scanned the room, as always whenever paperwork was involved Matsumoto was nowhere to be seen. He was slightly relieved, as even the thought of his bubbly fukutaicho served to only aggravate his pounding headache. He turned back to the report at hand and furrowed his brows as he tried to make sense of the scribbles on the sheet.

He was so focused on the stacks of paperwork in front of him that he did not notice the creaking of the opening door or the steps of the person sneaking up behind him. Suddenly two slender hands covered his eyes and two exquisitely soft round things came to rest on either side of his head. A cheery voice chirped, "Guess who Taicho!"

"Masumoto…Let go of me…," Toshiro growled, annoyance evident in his voice. He heard a small gasp of surprise as the hands uncovered his eyes.

"How did you guess so quickly? You're so smart Taicho," she sounded disappointed.

Toshiro twitched visibly 'Was she really this ditzy, or is it all an act to annoy me?' he thought to himself.

"Seeing that you somehow managed to get to the office still sober there's a pile of paperwork…," he turned around expecting Matsumoto to have backed up a little, only to be rewarded with a face full of breasts. He spluttered the last part of his sentence and stood up quickly, feeling his face get flushed. It was at times like this that he was glad he grew a little. He was no longer at boob level but more at shoulder level.

Matsumoto gasped again, "I never knew you were so bold Taicho."

Toshiro was fully flustered now, "Nobody's being bold or anything. If you're done fooling around, there's paperwork for you to finish."

"Aw so mean Taicho. After I got you a present from the real world too," Matsumoto pouted.

Toshiro twitched, a vein visible on his temple, "Where?" he hissed.

"The real world. You know that place where Ichigo and Inoue live." She giggled as she began to rummage through the bag she pulled from seemingly thin air.

"Yes, yes I know where the real world is. What I meant to say was why were you there," Toshiro could barely conceal the anger that was creeping into his voice.

"Shopping. The real world has some of the nicest things." Matsumoto stated matter-of-factly. "Ah, here it is." She chirped, pulling out a bottle from the huge bag.

"I swear…," Toshiro gritted his teeth, reminding himself to breath, "I'll make it so you won't be able to sleep for a whole week."

Matsumoto blinked several times in surprise before the corners of her mouth started to curl up, "Is that a promise?" she whispered seductively and winking.

Toshiro blinked, anger forgotten as confusion reigned dominant. What? What did he say? He tried working out what he had said in his head, immediately starting to blush as he realized the hidden innuendo behind his words. "No…I meant…PAPERWORK! THAT'S WHAT I MEANT," he almost squeaked, read as a tomato. He, taicho of the Tenth Division had almost squeaked.

"Of course you did," Matsumoto said, smiling knowingly.

He growled, anger quickly returning as he made to get back to his paperwork.

"Ah wait taicho. You have to try this first," she insisted, shaking the bottle in her hand.

"What is that?" he glared suspiciously at the bottle containing murky liquid in her grasp.

"It's some sort of tea-drink thing. Inoue introduced me to it," she beamed before continuing to gush, "She's so knowledgeable about these types of things."

Toshiro, unimpressed raised an eyebrow, "Tea in a bottle?"

"You have to at least try it," Matsumoto pouted as she opened the bottle and poured some into his favorite cup.

Toshiro sighed; he really did not feel like being a test subject for various products from the real world.

"Come on taicho!"

He winced at the voice of his bubbly fukataicho. He sighed again; he would have a little to show appreciation for the gift. He raised the cup to his lips and took a tiny sip. He murmured a quiet 'Oh' in surprise. Even though the drink itself was quite chilly, it made him feel warm and tingly inside.

"This is pretty good," he quietly murmured as he finished his first cup.

Matsumoto beamed at him as she moved to pour him another cup, "See didn't I tell you?"

Toshiro continued to sip at his drink, not even bothering to answer. He could've sworn that with each sip, his headache subsided more. He turned back to his paperwork as Matsumoto poured him another cup, but he found that he did not care about the report with numerous words in front of him.

He felt happy and carefree, something he had not felt ever since he became the taicho of the Tenth Division. As he finished his third cup, he looked up and was captivated by the…spinning? ceiling.

"Taicho are you all right?" Toshiro heard the question but did not respond.

"Another," he slurred. A small part of his mind twitched. Was that really him? It didn't sound like him at all, he thought before brushing that thought away.

"Taicho? Are you ok?" came the same question, this time sounding more concerned.

"Another!" he repeated, this time slamming his fist into the desk.

For a while he heard nothing but rustling, then he heard a small 'Oh'.

The last thing he remembered hearing was a sheepish voice saying, "Erm taicho…I think I gave you the wrong drink…"

Yeah so you can guess what was in the cup. I dunno what type of drink does not give off a distinct taste or who drinks three cups of tea in a row. So let's not worry about that.

Look forward to the next chapter. Cheers