One Step at a Time
Step 6
Flirting
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Hitsugaya Toushiro was something of an incurable brat, Rukia is steadily finding out the more she spends time with the admittedly infuriating Captain. Hell, he was even more of a brat than she was, and Rukia prided herself for being immensely bratty, seeing as it was the most effective way to annoy the heck out of Ichigo and Renji.
Anyway, Hitsugaya Toushiro was a brat and one of these days, Rukia was going to give him a piece of her mind.
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"Can you please stop saying that?" She finally explodes one day as they are walking along the stern hallways of the 1st Division, the most torrid blush grazing her cheeks, making Toushiro's grin all the more smug.
"Saying what, Rukia?" Toushiro taunts cheekily, dancing out of the way as the girl makes to swipe at him. It was always so amusing to tease the girl; Kuchiki Rukia has an endearingly fiery temper and Toushiro is quickly discovering the novelty of being an overall annoyance. (He thinks absently that perhaps Matsumoto has a valid point for always being such a damn nuisance, it was rather fun.)
"That!"
"I'm afraid you'll have to be more specific, Rukia."
"Stop saying my name so much!"
"Why?"
"Because—" Rukia stops, barely managing to clamp her mouth shut before she starts spouting embarrassing nonsense—like, because you're making my heart beat incredibly faster when you say my name! Or something equally ridiculous— that will haunt her for the rest of her life. She's convinced herself sometime after she'd developed this friendship with the 10th Division Captain that she's abso-fucking-lutely fine with just being friends with him, but of course, the other side of her brain seems to think otherwise and fervently hopes for something that will probably never be.
"Because what, Rukia?"
Ugh, why did she like this bastard again?
"Shut up!"
"Oho, talking back to a superior officer, Rukia?"
"Ugh! Stop that!" She yells, horribly incensed.
Toushiro grins and leans in unspeakably close. So close that she can count his eyelashes if she decides to and so, so close that they are practically breathing the same air. "Make me."
And Rukia does, in the most unexpected way that Toushiro can think of. Not that he's complaining, of course, he's far from it actually.
She seals her lips firmly against his; effectively shutting down his twittering and subsequently opening up the dam of pent-up desires he's kept inside a tight-lidded jar on top of his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wonders if it is such a good idea to make out here, in one of the many corridors of the 1st Division where they would most likely get caught, but then Rukia mewls deliciously against his lips and all coherent thought flies out of his mind as quickly as Matsumoto can disappear at the mention of paperwork.
"Ahem."
Ah, that would be the Captain-Commander, his mind helpfully supplies, and then the raven-haired Vice-Captain of the 13th Division is hastily pulling away from him looking absolutely ravished.
"Y-Y-Yamamoto-soutaichou," Rukia squeaks, "I-I-I'm…um. Please excuse me!" She practically yells out, fleeing out of the scene.
Toushiro bites the insides of his cheeks and steals a look at the Captain-Commander, Ukitake, and Kyoraku who looked surprised and just a tad bit amused.
"I'm, ah, sorry, sir. That was my fault." He starts smoothly, "I provoked Kuchiki-fukutaichou and she was just—"
Yamamoto raises a wizened hand and a thick eyebrow, looking decidedly unimpressed.
"Shouldn't you be chasing after Kuchiki-fukutaichou instead of explaining to us, three old men?"
Toushiro blinks.
"Now shoo! You're lucky that Kuchiki-taichou decided to sit this meeting out."
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