'I think that I need a new mattress. Man, I feel so stiff,' were the first thoughts Toshiro Hitsugaya had upon waking that morning. His next thought was surprise at how thoroughly he had cocooned himself in his blankets as he had never done that before. As he struggled, and failed, to free himself, Toshiro became much more alert and, as a consequence, he realised that nothing he did was effective in securing his freedom from the mass of blankets. In fact, now that he was more awake and able to note the details better, Toshiro was vaguely alarmed to note that there were blankets on him that he had never seen before. Taking in the designs on them, Toshiro decided that he never wanted to see them ever again.
The new blankets were extremely childish. Some had cartoon animals on them, others had large blocky letters, and several of the rest had sports equipement on them. Letting out a snort of disbelief, Toshiro choose to ignore the blankets and look around his room in case there was something nearby that he could make use of to pry his way out of the blankets; conviently ignoring the fact that his arms were pined down by his sides under the many layers of blankets. What met his horrified and disbelieving eyes was enough to wish that he could pinch himself just to make sure that this wasn't a nightmare.
His room had been filled to the brim with soft, squishy animals. Hanging over his head was a teddy bear mobile. His bookshelves had been emptied of his books and were instead filled with, from what he could tell, picture books. There was a height chart hung up near the door. And Toshiro finally realised that the reason he could see all of this were the numerous nightlights left around the room.
Eyes burning with rage, Toshiro began struggling fiercely to try and unwrap himself. After several minutes, and noticing that he was still not making any progress, Toshiro took a better look at the bundle of blankets he woke up in. What he saw made him want to swear.
The blankets were wrapped tightly around him and sewn shut.
Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to calm down, Toshiro spent the next hour or so working one of his arms free. He was thrilled when he finally pulled his hand out of the nightmare of blankets, until he got a good look at his hand.
It was covered in a mittie.
That was attached to his sleeve.
These weren't his pajamas.
Someone had dressed him in children's pajamas and, as he found out when he went to try and pull down the zipper, sewn them on him as well.
It took him another hour to manage to summon a Hell Butterfly that he sent off to Rangiku. If someone was going to see him like this, he would be damned if it wasn't someone that he didn't have authority over.