The Unforgiven from Shinigami
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This was a method that Tōshirō Hitsugaya had never considered, because it was difficult to implement.
He has zero affinity for those below him.
Perhaps it was because of Hyōrinmaru, but he always exuded a chilling aura that made most people want to stay away.
If he were to handle the matter, the members of the Tenth Division wouldn't be very enthusiastic about it.
Furthermore, the team can't possibly stop working for a whole day just to welcome Shiraishi home from the hospital. If they did, who would patrol? Who would handle any potential emergencies?
But if it actually happens, it would be a good thing to increase Shiraishi's sense of belonging.
Many thoughts raced through Tōshirō Hitsugaya's mind, and his brows furrowed, resembling those of a worried middle-aged man.
Because he spends a lot of time with his grandmother, his lifestyle has become more like that of an elderly person.
Momo Hinamori couldn't stand the fact that he was so young yet always had a frown on his face. She raised her hand and flicked his forehead hard. "Tell me what's wrong, and we'll discuss it together."
"Gathering people is a bit difficult; everyone can't take the day off." "That's easy, just set it up around noon." "But Captain Shiraishi might not be discharged by noon." "Let Isane arrange it; Captain Shiraishi won't disobey the doctor."
Momo Hinamori always responds quickly; she often displays great enthusiasm when preparing for such events.
This remains unchanged.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was somewhat stunned.
Momo Hinamori blinked, put her hands on her hips, and said, " Hitsugaya, you're spacing out again. Is there anything else?"
Seeing the girl's puffed-up cheeks from anger, Tōshirō Hitsugaya shook his head and said, "It's alright, just do as you say. The Tenth Division has other matters to attend to, I'll head back now."
"Yes, you need to get more rest and not push yourself too hard."
"You have no right to criticize me for not taking a single day off for a whole month."
"Of course, it's because I'm taller than you."
Momo Hinamori gestured with her hands, her smile radiating from her curved eyebrows and upturned lips, as bright and dazzling as the July sun.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya felt a sudden tremor in his heart, and quickly turned around, letting out a heavy groan to cover up his unusual thoughts.
It's all Matsumoto's fault for saying those strange things, which made him act a bit strange too.
"I'm going back," he said again, and without waiting for a reply, he walked outside.
Despite his short legs, he walks quite fast.
Goodbye. If you need anything, feel free to come and ask me for help anytime.
Momo Hinamori waved and shouted loudly.
The boy walked faster.
She smiled, which was rather dishonest.
Over the years, her height and personality haven't changed much. She remembers the first game she played with Hitsugaya was hide-and-seek.
She searched and called Hitsugaya's name again and again in that secluded grove.
In truth, he already knew that Hitsugaya had broken their promise and secretly run out of the woods.
But she never revealed it and continued her search in the woods.
At that time, she made a bet with herself that Hitsugaya was a good boy, and that she would definitely find him in the forest.
Although it took a long time, I got a good scolding from my parents when I got back, and I also ate stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat, which made me unable to even sit up the next day.
The result was still good.
The silver-haired boy finally appeared in the woods under the moonlight.
She caught him.
Momo Hinamori recalled the past, and a smile reappeared on her face. She thought of what she had said to Hitsugaya, things she had probably forgotten, but who would have thought she remembered?
She shook her head, not thinking about those things, and returned to the table to continue eating.
"It tastes awful."
Shiraishi was about to vomit. What kind of rubbish was this herbal medicine? It was so bitter it made his tongue numb. His face was contorted in pain. "Couldn't you have added some sugar?"
"No, adding sugar will weaken the medicine's effectiveness. Open your mouth and bear with it; I'll finish as soon as possible."
Isane Kotetsu tried to coax him into opening his mouth using a tone that resembled that of a child.
Shiraishi looked at the dark green medicine in the bowl, his disgust evident, yet he still wanted to protest, "Can't I just recover on my own?"
"That will be very slow. Only medication will help you recover quickly. Be good, open your mouth, I promise it will be over soon."
"..." Shiraishi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, Kog'Maw.
Isane Kotetsu blew on the medicine, fed a spoonful, the dark green medicine was very bitter, yet had a strong refreshing quality, as if the plants were growing wildly in the mouth.
Shiraishi swallowed it with difficulty, then took another bite.
The painful process of drinking the medicine lasted for five minutes, but the bowl of herbs was finally swallowed.
He wore a look of utter despair, turned his head to look at the blue sky outside the window, and longed to transform into a bird and fly out of the ward.
Before his injury, he never imagined that even taking a walk would be such a luxury.
Isane Kotetsu put down the bowl but did not leave. The herbs might cause some side effects.
According to the rules, she had to stay by her side for half an hour to make sure there were no problems before she could leave.
This wasn't the first time she'd done this kind of surveillance work, and she was already used to the quiet space that existed between her and her patients.
Shiraishi, unaccustomed to the silence, spoke up as his tongue regained some of its numbness, "The cicadas outside are chirping so loudly."
Isane Kotetsu was taken aback by the sudden remark; was it because he found the cicadas' chirping too noisy?
That's not right.
The level of cicada chirping at this level is not disturbing.
She looked at the Shiraishi on the bed.
Shiraishi stared out the window.
The wind swept through the pure white curtains, and sunlight carefully spread across the window frame, revealing a hint of nostalgia on his handsome features.
Isane Kotetsu's heart stirred, and a series of images flashed through his mind.
A girl dressed in white sat on the windowsill, swinging her toes, while cicadas chirped incessantly outside the trees.
She happily recounted stories from the past.
The boy listened attentively, gazing at her with a gentle expression.
Then, the girl died of illness, leaving the boy alone. Sometime in the future, as he listened to the cicadas chirping, his thoughts returned to that summer day.
That's so touching.
Isane Kotetsu suddenly felt like crying.
Shiraishi turned his head and said, " Isane, could you catch some cicadas outside and roast them for me? I haven't had cicada meat in a long time; I wanted some last time."
Kaka, Isane Kotetsu's imagined story shattered into pieces, "Pfft, hahaha."
Shiraishi was interrupted, looking a little confused. Was eating a cicada really such a big deal?
"Haha, sorry."
Isane Kotetsu remembered her younger sister Kiyone's words, telling her to use her brain less and stop thinking about strange and unusual things.
But it seems this habit is impossible to break.
She stopped smiling, rolled up her sleeves, and said, "You wait here. I have experience catching cicadas. I caught a lot for Kiyone when we were little. She loves to eat cicada meat."
Unfortunately, they never mentioned catching cicadas to eat anymore once they grew up.
As he spoke, Isane Kotetsu stepped onto the window frame.
It was at this moment that Shiraishi noticed that she wasn't wearing toe-separating foot warmers; brown straw ropes were tied around her fair and slender ankles, revealing ankles that looked like polished jade.
It looks great.
Before he could take a second look, Isane Kotetsu leaped out and landed on a cicada in the tree.