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Paring: Toshiro Hitsuguya x Reader Theme: Triger warning: None 》Word count: 1085 "Good morning Captain," I greet as I walk into my captain's office. I walk over to my desk and immediately get started on my paperwork. "Good morning L/N," he says in a monotone voice. For once I wish he'd lighten up and not pile everything on his back. "Have you seen Matsumoto?" "Huh? Oh no I haven't," I answer. My captain is Toshiro Hitsuguya and in my opinion the best of the captains. He also is the hottest of them as well. He definitely is the workaholic of the captains that's for sure. "Damn it Matsumoto," he curses lowly I look over at him and

‘Why have you brought me to this…place?’ Byakuya asked coolly. He pronounced ‘place’ as though it was a synonym for ‘cesspit’. He gave the inside of the coffee shop a once-over, his thin eyebrows pulling together. Garlands of holly, dripping with fat red berries, and ivy twined around the low wooden beams. Stockings -red, gold, green- hung over the fireplace where an actual, real-life fire crackled. The air smelled of cinnamon and chocolate, peppermint and ginger. Humans filled the place to the eaves. They crowded small wooden tables or huddled around the fire to thaw themselves out. A long line sna

Losing you Was it real? He couldn't believe it. For him it was like a nightmare. Sitting alone in his room, Jushiro was looking out of his window. He was deep in thought and the reason was simple. You were gone... The most precious person in his life was gone. The images of what had happened minutes before were still racing in his mind. It was his fault. He was too focused to make you happy, too focused on his work and god, he was too naive. Jushiro never saw something bad in people. He was always friendly, always supporting others. And now? This kindness broke his neck. The way your eyes widened at the scene before you. The moment you s

Nothing seemed to make sense to (Name) (Last Name), though she honestly couldn't remember if they ever had. People whom she couldn't recall ever meeting were treating her as though they had been friends for years. One girl had even called (Name) her best friend. But how would she know? (Name) only knew her own name, nothing else. The situation was both confusing and heartbreaking. She couldn't decipher any situation or encounter. As she roamed the streets of what she had heard called the 'Seriete,' she tried her damnedest to come up with some sort of idea as to where exactly she was at. That was when he showed up. A handsome, white haired m

You grow irritated as you watch some Soul Reapers make fun of Hanatarō. Getting on your last nerve, you stand and march over to them "Stop picking on squad 4! Especially Hanatarō!" They immediately coward at a squad 11 member even thought you were pretty tinny. You turned to Hanatarō having to look up due to his height compared to yours. You give him a soft smile, which he returned with a shy one of his own. "Let me know if they start to mess with you again" he nodded, blushing a bit. You felt yourself begin to blush a bit as you think about how cute he looks. “Hey, ____? I-“ Rangiku grabbed your wrist and pulled y

You paused with your fist raised to knock on the door. It felt as though your heart was pushing up into your throat, making it difficult to breathe. You squeezed your eyes shut, ignoring the urge to turn around and run back to your quarters. If your shaking legs could carry you that far. Your hand began to lower, but you caught yourself, tapping your knuckles against the edge of the door frame before you could talk yourself out of it again. Months. Months of convincing yourself to go through with it. To spit it out, for better or for worse. You held your breath, forcing your hands down by your sides to prevent yourself from knocking again. I