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Toushiro x Momo
Card
She had been unconscious for days, and he had no idea what to say to her when she woke up. She was stirring- according to the Fourth Division shinigami she had even been conscious for a while, so he knew he was running out of time. There was no way that he could see to breach the rift that had grown between them, so he left a card by her bedside, for her to read when she woke, and hoped that that would be enough.
It took another two days for her to send word, through Matsumoto, that she wanted him to come and visit him.
He never worked up the courage to go.
A week later she was discharged, and the first place she went was the Captain's Office at the Tenth Division. It was late, and she nodded at the shinigami on duty, who let her past uneasily- it was still unclear to many what the Lieutenants of the Third, Fifth and Ninth had to do with the recent betrayal of their Captains.
There was never any question in her mind that he would be there. She knew- from Matsumoto- that he nearly always stayed well into the night at his desk, even when he had no work to do.
She did not knock, simply pushed the door open and stepped in, smiling at him as he stood abruptly to his feet, a look of surprise –and was that fear?- on his face.
"You never came to visit me."
"I did… whilst you were asleep."
"But not after I woke up."
He shook his head, slowly, and she reached a hand for him to hold, as they had done when they were young. An unbearable fear welled up inside of him, and he could not bring himself to take it. She let it fall back to her side before sitting, knees pressed tight together and fists clenched with the effort of emotion: she was tired and weak still. She started to cry- not for the last time, or for the first, and he moved towards her, kneeling, so that his face was level with her head as it was, resting on her knees. He took her head with his hands, cradling it awkwardly. She looked up, face damp with tears, and kissed his forehead, and then his cheek, and then after a pause finally his lips, for the slightest of moments.
He could feel the dampness of her tears against his skin, and swore he would never forget it.
She smiled at him, and for a moment looked just as she always had.
"The card was beautiful."
"I didn't know what else to say."
She pressed her lips to his once more, and the card fell from her hand to the floor, forgotten.
All that was written on it were three words.
'think of me'