A/N – More shorts, rejoice! Pairings are to be determined, depends on how I feel as they go. Also, Hitsugaya will be a constant throughout; other characters will come and go – that's more as a challenge to myself – keeping him involved.
Setting: pre-canon, but not by much.
I own nothing, blahblah. Prompts come from SilverEmerald-DAS on DA.
Also – spewing out as many words as I can for NaNoWriMo.
Invisible
It wasn't that he hated attending meetings that Captain Yamamoto called.
On the contrary, the meetings themselves were actually quite tolerable. They gave him an excuse to get out of his office, to go out and associate with the other captains, to escape from the never-shrinking pile of paperwork that Matsumoto continually stacked on his desk. Sure, he had perfected the art of sleeping while standing on his feet with his eyes open while the old man yakked on, but, as Captain Ukitake had told him shortly after being presented with his Captain's haori, it was as necessary to a successful captaincy as skill in his bankai.
No, the meetings were fine.
It was the layout of the meeting itself.
Somehow, he always ended up somewhere in the middle of the line of captains, usually between the two tallest, who would inevitable end up at each other's throats for the duration of the session. There had been some very impressive fights over the years, all held like he wasn't literally underneath them. Captain Kurotsuchi of the Twelfth and Captain Kyoraku of the Eighth constantly went after each other with spiked barbs, and (thankfully) less-frequently, their zanpakuto. Gin Ichimaru liked to stand next to Kuchiki heir and just slouch, which would put the uptight noble into a tizzy. Ichimaru would also make lewd comments at Captain Unohana, which would usually set Tosen off.
Toshiro sighed in exasperation. Today's fight was going to be a good one. Kenpachi to his left had just suggested that Komamura to his right get a flea bath. Sometimes, being short wasn't too terrible.