A/N; Winter_Thunder thought this version of Shiro-tan up. I'm just writing it out. Watch out for flying crack: it can be deadly.
THIS BE AN AU ONESHOT.
Disclaimer; Bleach and Kubo go together like a wink and a smile.
"Shiro-chan, it hurts." Momo panted and wiped a moist strand of hair from her eyes. "I'm all hot and sweaty, but it's like you're not even affected at all. No fair, Shiro-chan!"
"What hurts?" he asked. His patience probably came from the fact that he'd just released so much pent up energy. Toshiro found that Momo was good for that sort of thing.
"I just ache all over," she said, drooping against his body. Luckily, after years of dreaming, hoping, and praying, Hitsugaya Toshiro had finally gained the height he so desired. He towered a good head and a half over the childhood friend that had dwarfed him for the majority of his life. She could now successfully lean on him without causing the both of them to topple over. Toshiro sighed and instructed her to move back a bit.
"Do you want to rest before we start again?"
Momo nodded as Toshiro guided her to a bench.
"Geez, Shiro-chan... I can barely stand a night of dancing the tango. How on earth do you teach it?"
Hitsugaya shrugged as they neared the mirrored wall. "You're just out of shape." She gasped at his response. It hadn't taken much to convince the woman to attend a private lesson in the studio class that he was temporarily teaching (the regular instructor, Matsumoto, was on maternity leave, and she had blackmailed him into doing it for her). Hinamori often did what he asked, seeing as he didn't ask much. It was just one more memory he would make with this precious person.
"Shiro-chan..." Hinamori eased herself onto the bench and looked up at her friend. "I think you really like this job."
Toshiro flushed and avoided her eyes. "What of it?"
"Well... you wear the outfit proudly and everything," she said, gesturing to his skin-tight v-neck black shirt and matching black pants. "Not to say that it doesn't look good on you, or that you should be ashamed... I'm very glad you've found a job you really love." She smiled at him.
Unable to find any words that could properly convey anything of importance to the woman before him, Toshiro ran a hand through his hair and looked anywhere but at her.
"Aren't you ready to dance yet?"
Momo whined.
"Shiro-chaaaan."