Since I torture Hinamori so much, one might think, perhaps I'd let up on her once in a while. …Alas, no. But here we have a quantity of an utterly pointless attempt at comic relief. Spoilers through end of SS arc, as usual.
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Ignorance Is…
The concerned figures of various female officers in the 13 divisions were gathered around a sobbing, quivering heap of fifth-division-officer crumpled on the tatami in an arbitrary female officers' lounge.
"A-and--" hic "-I could have sworn that I m-meant something to him--" sniffle "b-but he stabbed me and-- and now I'm just hereallbymyseeee--" Hinamori collapsed into Matsumoto, who, in her infinite charity, hugged her tightly and endeavored not to smother her with her ample chest.
Ise Nanao, sitting on Hinamori's other side, patted her on the back gingerly. Looking vaguely unsettled and as if she wasn't quite sure how to go about being sympathetic, she said uncomfortably, "Well, at least he didn't wear pink."
There was silence as the women present considered this.
"No," Hinamori said with considerable decisiveness- considering that she'd been hyperventilating a moment ago- "I think he'd look good in pink."
Standing against the wall near them but at a polite distance, Soi Fong's eyes shifted. "At least she—ah, that is, your person hasn't left you for a century."
"He m-might." Glare.
Kotetsu-- Isane, was it?-- handed her a tissue. "Hey, at least he's not dating a guy with a rabid pet pink chipmunk and a thing for blood." (Somewhere, two captains and a ball of supercharged sugar with a vice-captain's rank sneezed.) "Here, have some ice cream. Eating unhealthy amounts of ice cream always makes you feel better." She pushed a conveniently-placed bowl closer to her.
Her sister, sitting on the other side, stopped the bowl's advance. "You're from Fourth Division, though. Aren't you supposed to make sure that we stay healthy?" Kiyone asked. "And is ice cream even supposed to exist up here? Or chipmunks?"
"...Plot point," offered Nanao.
Sage nods went about the room.
"Ah, Hinamori," Matsumoto said with the breezy air of the experienced, "at least he didn't completely just use you and lose you."
"...yes he did--"
"At least he wasn't using two people at the same time," a voice cut in.
There was silence as the women present considered someone not a woman.
"Kira," Soi Fong said at last, "what are you doing here?"
Matsumoto waved a hand lazily. "He counts."
"...Oh, okay," said Hinamori. She nodded understandingly.
(it's best to gripe about relationships in good company)
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…I make no excuses.
Chena Pan, your review made my day when I read it. Thank you; I'm glad that I've managed to do so, as Hinamori really has more facets than fandom would usually credit her for.