Do not own Naruto or Bleach. Takes place in a park and imagine their clothes. (P.S. They are not Shinigami. They are not Shinigami in any of my one-shots in this.)
~Hitsugaya's PoV~
I looked at it, wondering how to open it. I stared at it for quite some time. Apparently my staring was a lot more odd than I thought.
"Ano…Gaya-san. Do you need help?" she asked, looking at me with those bright eyes of hers.
"Hn," I grunted, holding the thing out to her. She smiled slightly, being one of the few who could understand my grunts.
("Practice," she says. 'With who?' I can't help but wonder.)
She pulled the small straw off from the side and pushed it into a corner in the box. She handed it back to me, our fingers brushing the slightest bit. I stared at it, blinking. She giggled, the sound soft and sweet. She held up the straw to my lips. I blinked once before sucked at it.
She smiled, glad that she could help me I suppose. I just drank from it, my mind wandering away like always. I was interrupted when the juice box squished and there was no other liquid inside. She glanced over at me, holding hers up silently. I took it from her, thanking her with a nod.
She smiled again, taking a bite out of. It's not every day that we got to hang out together as normal people on a picnic. It also was every day that we had to do our job. A shady character turned into an alleyway. I nodded towards it. She nodded back. We packed up casually, walking towards the alley. I dumped my juice box into a garbage bin, silently wishing that we could have days like this more often, just days with the two of us as normal people and some juice boxes.
This is short I know, but anyways I hope you liked it.