Prompt #1: Honey
"Here, taste this!"
A jug filled with a golden-brown sticky substance was thrust underneath Hitsugaya's nose. The eight-year-old furrowed his brows in confusion. "Momo-"
"Come on, Shiro-chan!" a short, dark-haired girl clad in black shinigami robes placed her hands impatiently on her hips. "It's called honey!"
"Stop calling me Shiro-chan!"
Hinamori ruffled Hitsugaya's gravity-defying white hair. Hitsugaya scowled and scooted a few paces away from her. Hinamori smiled, rising from the temple floor and brushing off her robes. "Well, I've got to get back to the Academy to practice my kidou." She trotted towards the gate, raising a hand in farewell, "I'll see you soon, Shiro-chan!"
"Don't bother, Bed-wetter Momo!" Hitsugaya shouted after her.
When Hinamori's retreating form had vanished from view, Hitsugaya glanced at the honey jar and frowned. Shrugging, he poked a finger into the jar and popped the digit into his mouth. The burst of mild sweetness startled him; somehow, he had been expecting something sweeter. Hitsugaya dunked his hand back into the jar.
Honey was surprisingly good.