Disclaimer: Yeah, I own Bleach. There's a huge box of it next to my washing machine and I'm not letting anyone touch it.
Author's notes: I know the title sucks. Couldn't think of anything else. I love Hitsugaya Toushirou. He is such a wonderful character. I hope I didn't spoil him in this drabble.
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Genius, they call him when he's around.
Freak, they call him when he isn't within hearing distance.
Or so, they presume.
He isn't called talented for nothing.
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A while ago, he was just an unknown nobody with particularly shiny silver hair and gawky limbs.
Now, he is the captain of the 10th division. The word "freak" is seldom uttered in his presence. He is formidable. Yet, he isn't sure things have changed much.
Perhaps he is a freak after all.
Walking down the corridors, he is met with the sight of people with their heads bent down, not wanting to meet his gaze.
They are afraid of him. The perpetual scowl on his face deepens.
He doesn't know which he prefers: Hearing insults thrown into his face, or hearing insults that are supposed to go unheard.
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There is one, who stands out in the crowd.
Her sparrow-like chatter, her childish hairstyles, her strange nicknames she gave everyone.
"Shiro-chan!" she calls, forgetting all the etiquette she was taught.
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He hates that nickname. He hates the stares that everyone casts upon them as she runs towards him, smiling her idiotic smile.
And yet, he doesn't mind being a freak, just as long as he can hear her call him by that name again.
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"Don't call me that," he replies, trying to keep the scowl on but failing terribly.
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end.
To readers: It's soooo short. Anyway, please click the purplish button whatever colour it is and review. Thanks.