Prompt: Blush
Rating: T
Besides trying to make him laugh, trying to annoy him, and trying to scare him, one of Karin's favorite pastimes was trying to make Hitsugaya Toshiro blush.
It became sort of a game. There were players—Matsumoto was usually oh-so-delighted to join her. There were rules—he had to be embarrassed, not merely angry (and both women were skilled at distinguishing between the two). There was a point system—different shades of red were worth various points; more points were awarded if there were other people present to witness his embarrassment.
Each player had her own style. Matsumoto liked to cradle him between her breasts, to get drunk and tell everyone embarrassing stories about him, to feed Hisagi false gossip to put into Seireitei Communication. Karin liked to speak in innuendo, to pinch his butt when he walked by, to drop things and slowly bend over to pick them up.
They always had a hoot when they played this game. But sometimes Karin wondered if there was another player that she had overlooked.
"You're beautiful," he would whisper against her skin.
I love you so much, his eyes would tell her with startling intensity.
Don't ever leave, his hands pleaded. I can't live without you.
And just like that, her body would be engulfed in flames.