Disclaimer: I own this laptop, this IPod, this camera, these colour pencils, that window over there, and this snow-globe, Tite Kubo owns BLEACH.
Hitsugaya resumed his paperwork. He heard shuffling in front of him. He glanced up and saw Hinamori had resumed drawing. She smiled as she moved the pencil across her sketchbook once again. Now it seemed the tables had turned and now he was the one staring at her.
He found himself wondering what she was drawing. The way her hand moved slowly and gracefully suggested to him it wasn't one of her 'action-packed' drawings. She drew those less and less the older she got.
And the older she got, naturally, the more she changed. The captain found himself becoming conflicted on that thought. He sometimes experienced this emotion. An emotion that caused him to evaluate his childhood friend positively and negatively.
He loved her kindness, her sweetness, her loyalty, and her determination. Those weren't just admired by him alone. He knew that those around Hinamori admired her for her hard-working attitude and sweetness.
Conversely, he dislikes her use of his old nickname. The dreaded 'Shiro-chan'. He sometimes even disliked her stubbornness, mainly when it didn't work in his favour. However, as time went on, he grew to at least put up with it, and this isn't what he hated about her most. No, what Hitsugaya disliked about her most was her admiration for a certain traitor. He could have said he hated it, but he felt that was far too strong. Even so, the admiration she still held for the man who had stabbed her irked him.
As he looked at her now, he felt that conflict between the pros and cons of the girl. In the end, he knew how to discard the emotion. He always concluded that her pros always outweighed her cons.
"Shiro-chan, is something wrong?"
Hitsugaya realised Hinamori was looking back at him, and he felt his cheeks become somewhat heated. "No." He focused back on the paperwork.
But when he heard the sounds of the pencil sketching, he found himself wondering what she was drawing again.
AN: A continuation of the previous drabble.