Disclaimer: I own this laptop, this brush, this glass of lemonade, that ruler over there, and these drawings I have to finish, Tite Kubo owns BLEACH.
AN: Righto, so now we begin with the 'B's! :D This one is set years and years ago when Hitsugaya and Hinamori were very young, so expect some OOCness. Hope you enjoy!
"It sure is cold tonight, huh?"
"Not really."
Hinamori shivered as she heard a powerful gust of wind outside the house. She turned on her side and attempted to fall asleep despite the shivers. She wondered how Hitsugaya wasn't complaining about the cold. When she thought about it, he never complained in winter. He could walk out into the cold with only a thin yukata and blanket wrapped around him and he wouldn't even flinch when a gust of wind hit him.
Was he trying to be tough?
Frowning, Hinamori turned on to her other side, now facing the back of her companion. "Shiro-chan, are you still awake?" she asked.
"Don't call me that," he grumbled.
"How come you don't mind the cold?" she asked.
She saw his shoulder shrug. "I don't know, it doesn't bother me."
She sleepily frowns. "But how come? I don't get it."
"Just go to sleep, bedwetter."
"That was only one time!"
When he didn't reply, she sighed and turned her back to him. Her hair fell over her shoulder, spraying in front of her on the thin pillow. It was a few minutes later when she heard the change Hitsugaya's breathing. He was asleep. She sighed again, closing her eyes and trying to ignore the wind and shivers.
She tugged on the blanket, trying to bring it up to her shoulders. Something resisted against her. Frowning, she gave another hard tug. Still resistance. She opened her eyes and looked down at herself. The blanket triangle of blanket she had barely covered up her waist and hips while the rest of her body was exposed to the cold.
She looked over her shoulder to the sleep boy. Her eyes widened as she realised what the resistance was and why she had so little to cover her. "You hoarder," she whispered.
She sat up and lightly tapped Hitsugaya's shoulder. "Shiro-chan, wake up…"
It didn't work. She tried again. "Shiro-chan, please wake up."
He stirred, muttering something incoherently before returning to the land of dreams. Huffing, Hinamori tugged on the blanket again. "Shiro-chan, please! You're hogging the blanket!"
He grumbled, but still kept his eyes closed. With a swift pull, Hinamori managed to get some more of the blanket for herself. "Shiro-chan, wake up!"
"Hinamori…?" he muttered, his eyes slitting open.
"Shiro-chan, you're hogging the blanket. I need some too you know."
"So do I, bedwetter."
"Stop calling me that!"
"Stop calling me 'Shiro-chan'!"
"Not until you give me more of the blanket! You don't mind the cold, right?"
"I need it too!"
And so the tug-a-war continued. There was no foreseeable victory in sight as the children pulled against each other, using what little strength they had through the haze of sleepiness. The end of the 'war' came when a loud ripping sound reached their ears.
They stopped, both surprised. They looked at each other before looking to the blanket. The faded green blanket had a new and larger addition to the holes in it. The hole was large enough to reach the edge, almost tearing the blanket in two.
Hitsugaya looked up at Hinamori, annoyed. "Now look what you did!"
"I-I didn't mean to…" She looked from the boy to the blanket. Her heart sank as she realised that may really have been her fault. She shook her head. "I'm sorry…I just wanted more of the blanket because I was freezing."
Guilt briefly flashed in the young boy's eyes. He looked away. "Now we're both going to freeze."
She was about to become further entrenched with guilt when an idea came to mind. She smiled. "Shiro-chan, I can a new blanket tomorrow."
"That doesn't solve the problem now though."
"I know, so I have an idea."
She took the ripped blanket and folded it in half. She laid it over herself and looked back to Hitsugaya, arms outstretched. "You can stand at least a bit of the cold, right? Eve so, you have to stay warm too."
The boy frowned as he looked from her arms to her smile. It took him only seconds later to realise what she was thinking. A faint blush coloured his cheeks and he crossed his arms. "No, no, no!"
"Come on, Shiro-chan, it's not that bad. I won't wet the bed again if that's what you're worried about."
"No!"
"Would you rather have the blanket and you can hug me?"
His eyes widened at that suggestion. The blush darkened and he looked back to her. He looked to the blanket and remembered the sadness in her eyes when she apologised. He caved in.
"Fine!" he said as he lay down and shuffled over to her. Her arms wrapped around him, and to his surprised, she was quite warm. He wondered if she was as embarrassed as he was in this situation, though he highly doubted it.
"Good night, Shiro-chan," he heard her whisper.
Her arms shivered ever so slightly when a loud gust of wind hit the walls outside. Hitsugaya looked over Hinamori's shoulder to the window. It was completely black, with no snow or lights outside. He wished it were snowing, it would act as a distraction from his current predicament.
He heard light snoring in his ear. She was asleep. He looked back to the girl. There was a shadow of a smile on her peaceful features, and he wondered what she was dreaming about. Sleep began to lull him back into the world of dreams. He snuggled further into her warmth, her arms like blanket.
He dreamed of warm snow days.
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