Tactile –English version
Hi everyone!
I'm so happy to post this short one shot that I imagined this afternoon.
This story takes place around 50 years after the ending of Bleach. Toshiro and Momo are already in a relationship.
English isn't my first language! So please, tell me if you can see big mistakes or any typos =)
I hope you're going to enjoy it!
From the outside, it was sometimes difficult to notice the romantic relationship between Lieutenant Hinamori and Captain Hitsugaya. If they were undeniably close - who would dare to call captain Hitsugaya "Shiro-chan"? - It was rare to observe the slightest sensual gesture between them.
Momo would sometimes take his hand or arm when they walked around the Seireitei together, laughing at his grumpy expression. At the beginning of their relationship, he immediately loosened his grip when a shinigami came to talk to them at this moment. Now he tolerated this public affection quite more.
He hardly called her by her first name, and always corrected her when she used this childish nickname. Of course, he cared more about her than his captain status. But he couldn't stand the thought of being compared to a kid again.
Finally, in twelve years of dating, no shinigami, except perhaps Matsumoto, could claim to have ever seen them kiss.
It led sometimes to misunderstandings, where young graduates tried to flirt with the young woman, before running away, feeling the dangerously murderous spiritual energy of the captain who saw them. The situation made Hinamori laugh. Much less Hitsugaya.
The irony, Momo thought, watching a poor stranger get scolded by his boyfriend after he dared to compliment her too explicitly, was that Toshiro was the most tactile of them actually.
They lived together now and regularly alternated between their quarters in the Tenth Division and the Fifth Division, depending on their schedules. And it was only in the intimacy that their relationship made sense. As distant as he could be during the day, he almost became the shadow of the young woman at night, making the most of her presence.
When she was cooking, he was used to leaning back against her, his arms around her waist and his head resting on hers. A sudden growth spurt allowed him to easily reach six feet tall, but she had stayed close to the ground with her little five feet tall. He loved their height difference, appreciating her petite stature against him. Unlike him, Momo complained that everything was inaccessible without a stepladder in this place.
"Shiro-chan," Momo grumbled with a small pout. "I can't move my arms when you're doing this!"
He gave her a small "hum" of approval, but didn't let her go, smiling slightly when he felt her start to struggle. He finally gave in, grabbing the wooden spoon in his hand and helping her cooking.
Hitsugaya had not lost his habit of taking naps. During their afternoons off, he would lie down next to her, his head on her thigh, falling asleep as she ran her fingers through his silver hair. During these moments, Momo took the opportunity to read. Her bookcase had grown considerably over the years, to her greatest happiness. But as soon as she stopped moving her hand, he would wake up gradually, and then urge her to continue.
"It's hard to turn the pages with one hand," she reminded him amused, her eyes still on her novel.
"Don't care," he growled, putting his lover's delicate hand in his hair again. "Keep going"
Momo shook her head, amused, and continued her affectionate gesture, enjoying their softness between her fingers.
At night, when she came home late from a mission, she slipped discreetly under the blanket of the futon, hoping not to perturb his sleep. But Hitsugaya was a light sleeper and woke up as soon as she walked through the doorway. Just the time to lying down, and he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to him.
When she was facing him, she rested her head against his chest and let herself be lulled by the beating of his heart. But what she liked the most was being the little spoon. With her back to him, Momo rested her hands on his, and brought them up to her face. His skin is always cold, probably due to his spiritual energy. She had grown to love this coldness and relished the touch against her cheek with a sigh. She felt soothed against him, enjoying his reassuring embrace.
Yes, Toshiro wasn't the most comfortable showing his affection in public. But not for a single moment, Momo doubted the feelings he might have had for her. And she savoured every moment in his company.
"Good night," she heard him whisper.
"Good night…" She whispered in turn. "Shiro chan ..."
And she placed a brief kiss on the icy hand before falling asleep peacefully.
It's short but i hope you liked it ! ^^
It's the first English fanfiction that i dare to publish. It's quite a bit step for me haha
I wish everyone a good week!