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A first kiss was supposed to be awkward, Hinamori thought, as Toushiro's deft fingers untied the string keeping her hair enclosed in its bun.
But this isn't awkward at all…it feels like we belong together like this, lips together, his hands on me, bodies so close I can feel his heart beating in time to the pulse in my veins…
"Momo," Toushiro suddenly said as he broke the kiss.
"Y-yes?" she breathed.
"What are you thinking about?"
Hinamori paled.
"What do you mean?"
"You didn't respond at all…it's like your mind was elsewhere…"
"Shiro-chan…what?"
"Tch. Never mind."
Toushiro turned on his heel and started walking away.
"Shiro-chan, wait!"
"I've got a lot of paperwork to do. Go back to your precious Aizen-taichou!" Toushiro snapped, and when Hinamori started after him, he dashed away, too fast for her to catch him.
Hinamori stopped running and stood there alone in the road. A single snow flake landed on her nose and she looked up to see a flurry of snow dancing in the sky.
"Shiro-chan, please don't cry," Hinamori whispered.