This is just a small story written for my dear Anya. So yeah, it's HitsuHina. Though it can be seen as a friendly fic.
I could hear them.
Every word. They all assumed that because I was asleep, I couldn't. But just because I couldn't move did not mean my mind was shut down. I heard them talking about my condition, heard them talk about how it was improving. But most of all I heard him. Not only heard him, but felt him there whenever he would come in, at least once a day. I knew that he was coming in secret; there was never anyone with him. He couldn't let people know that he actually cared about someone; it would ruin his cold façade. I would hear the small bump of him leaning against the wall, and muttering a single word under his breath, "Hinamori."
In the beginning this would be all he would say. He would stay a little while, sometimes a few minutes, sometimes a few hours. Then I would feel his spiritual pressure slowly fade away with his footsteps. Eventually he would start muttering to himself, small things that I couldn't even understand. But then he started speaking directly to me. He spoke about what it was like, us both growing up together. He even mused to himself about the beginnings of his spiritual pressure. "I was always scared of it," he said. "I had dreams of plains of ice, and on that plain of ice, I would die. But then I woke up and you were standing over me. And I knew you always would be. But then one day I woke up and you were leaving. I would never show it, but I never wanted you to go. To be honest, the only reason I ever let you was because I was sure you would be back."
I remembered back to the day. I could see it all clearly. He had called to me "Don't bother coming back here ever again! Bedwetter Momo" Of course, he always had to put up a nonchalant front.
When he got to this point in his stories, he would stop as if catching himself. But once he continued, I realized the reason for his constant coldness towards people.
"People in that village were always so afraid of me. They said I was just like ice. But you and Granny were different. Which is what made me-", but then he stopped once again, this time leaving even more quickly.
When he came back he was angry. He spent what seemed like hours ranting about the one other man in my life that meant the world to me. Sousuke Aizen. I knew he never liked him, but he was never specific about why. But he was now.
"I can't believe you were so stupid as to trust that damn guy so long! Ugh, it pisses me off just to think about him. Even before this all you would talk about was Aizen! You would come home and I would be happy just to be around you but you would just talk about how badly you wanted to serve under Aizen, while I was still sitting at home with Granny. It made me feel so bad. You had already completely moved on. I hadn't grown an inch, I hadn't figured out anything about my spiritual pressure, but you were off planning your life under damn Sousuke Aizen. And look where it's landed you! In a damn hospital bed, where I can't do anything to help you."
I heard him give a big sigh and start to walk away again. But then he turned and walked over to my bed. He spoke to me in a quiet voice, afraid even for the silence to hear. "I came here to make sure you were always okay. And I will always protect you, stupid Bedwetter Momo."
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