The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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The sound of a text message broke the silence in the Tenth Division's room.
Sunlight stopped behind the curtains, the scratching sound of the brush on the paper paused, and the silver-haired boy raised his head, his emerald green eyes gazing ahead.
On the sofa, the alluring woman lay on her back, one hand hanging down, her manicured fingertips lightly touching the solid wood floor.
"Eh," Tōshirō Hitsugaya, somewhat used to it, called out, " Matsumoto! Matsumoto!"
"Ugh..." Rangiku Matsumoto let out a seductive moan, turned to her side, and two large watermelons were stacked together. The silver ring rolled to the left hemisphere, but she still didn't wake up.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya frowned. He had only helped with official business for two hours that morning, then pretended to be tired and had been sleeping until now.
They must have been drinking until late last night.
He was deeply troubled by the deputy captain's sleep schedule; even a child understands the importance of going to bed early and waking up early for good health.
" Matsumoto!"
Another loud shout woke Rangiku Matsumoto up. Her eyes were still a little blurry. She patted her forehead, jumped up, and lazily leaned back on the sofa, saying, " Hitsugaya, is it lunchtime?"
"Half an hour left." Tōshirō Hitsugaya's forehead vein throbbed as he reminded him, "Your Denreishinki has gone off. Check if there are any new instructions."
Upon hearing this, Rangiku Matsumoto stopped slacking off, reached into her pocket, took out her Denreishinki, and checked it. "It's not official business, it's a message from Isane saying that Captain Shiraishi has woken up."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya put down his brush and said, "Is that so? Do you have any good ideas for welcoming him home after his discharge from the hospital?"
He had previously held this acting captain in low regard, but the incident involving Tsukikage Yagyū had changed his perspective.
This acting team leader is usually easygoing, but when it really matters, he can still hold his own.
He wanted to apologize for his previous disrespect.
"Of course, it's about giving gifts."
Rangiku Matsumoto puts herself in others' shoes and feels that receiving a gift is the thing that makes her happiest.
Then others will definitely be happy too.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya asked thoughtfully, "What gift do you think would be good?"
Well...
Rangiku Matsumoto tilted her head and thought for a moment, then pointed to the beauty mark on her lip with her right hand and said with a smile, "How about we pack me up and give me to him? I guarantee he'll be very happy."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya said irritably, "Think about it seriously!"
She decisively changed her tune, saying, "That's wine."
"The wine is your favorite, okay? That's enough. Asking you is pointless. I'll figure it out myself."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya gave up on getting advice from her.
Rangiku Matsumoto scratched her short, orange, ear-covering hair, lay there, and said with a grin, "Alcohol is a good thing that everyone likes, regardless of gender. Only kids would hate it."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya lowered his head to handle official business; he was no longer the boy he once was.
Back when he first met Rangiku Matsumoto, his impression of her was that she was a strange, but somewhat good, woman.
What happened next made him realize that she was a very reliable older sister.
Joining the Tenth Division and spending so much time together caused his former idol aura to crumble.
Putting aside her glamorous figure and face, this woman is an alcoholic, a lazybones, and a nasty person who loves to play pranks.
Occasionally, it will show some brilliance, but most of the time, it is in its three-ghost state.
The best way to deal with this kind of person is to ignore them.
If ignored, Rangiku Matsumoto will get bored and look for other forms of entertainment.
It failed this time.
Rangiku Matsumoto had no intention of letting him off the hook, and said with a smile, "Actually, you could ask Hinamori what to do. Aren't you childhood friends?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya couldn't ignore those words, and said with a serious face, "I've said it many times, Hinamori and I are just ordinary childhood friends."
"Hey, I didn't say anything."
She spread her hands, looking completely innocent.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya said irritably, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I can tell from your tone that you're definitely thinking the wrong thing."
Let me tell you again, I don't have those kinds of feelings for Hinamori. Her concern for me is simply that of a friend!
Rangiku Matsumoto smiled and said, "I just asked you to go and ask, why are you so agitated?"
"..." Tōshirō Hitsugaya knew he couldn't explain it clearly. He looked down at the documents, believing he had a clear conscience and had never thought that anything adult-related had happened between him and Hinamori.
In his memory, Hinamori was that silly little girl who wandered through the woods, constantly searching for another boy who was hiding.
Little did they know, the boy wasn't interested in that boring game of hide-and-seek and had already gone home.
But the little girl didn't notice and kept searching.
That happened a long time ago, but Tōshirō Hitsugaya always manages to ignore the barrier of time and recall that day's events so clearly, as if they happened just yesterday.
He had never told Momo Hinamori about these things, afraid that she would say she had forgotten and then say with a surprised expression, "Oh, you still remember..."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya stared at the documents in front of him, suddenly losing interest in writing. The captain and vice-captain were both slacking off; surely he could slack off occasionally and leave early?
Thinking about it, he wasn't entirely irresponsible; he diligently processed the documents on the table.
When it was time to leave work, he put down his calligraphy brush, stretched lazily, and said with a stern face, "I'm going to talk to Hinamori about this."
"Don't worry, try to come back later. I'll handle the official business."
Rangiku Matsumoto patted her chest. Her own love life had been tragic, but she didn't want everyone in the world to suffer like her.
She hoped that lovers would eventually be united.
"It's not what you think," Tōshirō Hitsugaya retorted, but looking at her smiling expression, he felt exhausted. Forget it, there was no point in explaining it to her.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya rarely skipped lunch; it would take him about an hour to travel from the Tenth Division to the Fifth Division and back.
Having lunch first and then going might delay my official business.
If he, who is never late, were to be late for something like this, Rangiku Matsumoto would definitely laugh at him secretly.
Under the scorching sun, Tōshirō Hitsugaya Shunpo to reach the Fifth Division's barracks and, following the Reiatsu, found Momo Hinamori eating in the cafeteria.
She was surrounded by several female Seated Officer.
He strode over and said, " Hinamori, I need to discuss something with you."
"Oh."
Momo Hinamori was briefly surprised, then flashed a bright smile and said, "You guys eat first, Hitsugaya, let's talk over there."
Behind him, the Fifth Division soldiers were whispering amongst themselves. Without turning around, Tōshirō Hitsugaya could guess what they were talking about.
It's so annoying.
They're all like that.
Reaching a corner of the cafeteria, Momo Hinamori turned around and asked, " Hitsugaya, is there anything I can help you with?"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya asked, " Captain Shiraishi has woken up and will probably be discharged from the hospital soon. What do you think we should do?"
The matter was far less serious than Momo Hinamori had imagined. She had thought something major had happened to the Tenth Division that they couldn't handle, which was why Hitsugaya had come over. But it turned out to be such a trivial matter.
Without even thinking, she replied, "You can throw a welcome party."