The Unforgiven from Shinigami
What about Seireitei?
Hiyosu didn't care.
He only cared about his own experiments.
"So slow," he complained, but unfazed by Captain Shiraishi's status, he strode forward.
Shiraishi smiled and said, "Sorry, I ran into a little trouble, but it's been resolved."
Rangiku Matsumoto looked at the person in front of her with curious eyes. She had to admit that the Research and Development Institute lived up to its reputation.
Hiyosu doesn't look human at all. It's covered in green skin, has a round head like a basketball, no hair, no eyebrows, and no eyelids.
His light green eyes were fixed on something.
The nose has two tiny dimples.
There's also a metal joystick in the left side of the brain.
Just as Rangiku Matsumoto thought they were decorations, Hiyosu gripped the joystick, turning it round and round, pushing his left eye out of its socket, and leaned closer to the truck, examining the contraband on board. "Hmm, that's right, those are what I wanted. You can pick up the perfume at 7 a. m. on September 2nd."
"Hey, wasn't this supposed to be number one?"
Shiraishi raised an objection.
Hiyosu withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "It's all your fault for not sending it over immediately. I didn't have any experiments to do, and Captain Kurotsuchi pulled me away to help, so it was inevitable that it would take a little longer."
Shiraishi pouted and said, "Fine, but you'd better give it to me then, or don't blame me for getting angry."
"Don't worry, the most important thing in doing business is integrity."
Hiyosu replied and pulled the truck inside.
Rangiku Matsumoto asked curiously, "How much are you paying?"
Shiraishi stroked his chin and said, "It must have been Nemu who gave me the money, but I don't know exactly how much."
"Does this count as being a kept man?"
"Don't be ridiculous. Can you really call someone who's forced to eat your food 'soft rice'? No, it's practically the same as eating hard rice."
Shiraishi had his own theory. He turned around and returned to the Tenth Division, not walking too fast, so as not to damage Rangiku Matsumoto's confidence.
They jogged back to the Tenth Division, one after the other.
The cicadas chirped incessantly in the trees.
The room was cool and comfortable Tōshirō Hitsugaya brewed a pot of tea, sat on the sofa, and quietly enjoyed the afternoon. His thoughts drifted back to Rangiku Matsumoto and Shiraishi, wondering if there were any problems.
"Sigh," he sighed, picking up a cup of tea.
" Hitsugaya."
Shiraishi patted him on the shoulder, "The person is back."
"Oh."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm and composed.
Shiraishi walked over to the single sofa next to him and sat down, laughing, "You were clearly so worried before, why are you pretending to be so calm now?"
"Yeah, it's better to be happy. It's too cunning to only smile in front of Hinamori."
Rangiku Matsumoto sat on the single sofa on the right.
The moment these two returned, the peaceful atmosphere vanished.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow, ignoring their question, and asked, " Second Division Captain Soi Fon is always impartial and incorruptible, why would she let you come back?"
Rangiku Matsumoto also thought of this question; she remembered that when she met Soi Fon, her expression and eyes were murderous.
"Speaking of which, Captain, how did you get Captain Soi Fon to release the prisoners?"
"We're just stating our purpose, after all, Soi Fon owes Unohana a life."
Shiraishi did not choose to tell the truth. In public, he still considered Soi Fon's personal image and would not speak recklessly.
After all, how could he share his adorable, petite, and helpless appearance with others? It was his exclusive secret.
Thinking of Soi Fon's pitifully adorable expression just now, he couldn't help but smile.
We were so close to succeeding! Next time, should we use a more forceful, domineering CEO approach and just go for it?
He fell into deep thought.
What are you talking about?
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was a little confused. He had initially thought the two were trying to sneak around making a little money, but it seemed that wasn't the case.
Rangiku Matsumoto brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning back lazily, and said, "Children shouldn't interfere in adult matters."
Tōshirō Hitsugaya said expressionlessly, "Then I'll trouble you to take care of the master's matter."
"I was a bit harsh with my tone earlier, but it's really nothing serious..."
Rangiku Matsumoto quickly backed down and revealed the whole story.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya frowned slightly and said, "Captain, aren't you being a little too confident?"
" Hitsugaya, with my handsome looks, standing next to Unohana Girl."
Shiraishi rolled his eyes, poured himself a glass, and gulped it down; it was very cold.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya was speechless at his confidence and got up from the sofa.
Rangiku Matsumoto asked, "Where are you going?"
"Lunch break," he replied, walking towards the door. As he closed it, he could still hear the two people inside talking.
"He deliberately skipped his lunch break and waited here; he's clearly worried about you."
" Hitsugaya isn't a very honest kid either; otherwise, he and Hinamori might have gotten together much earlier."
"Hey, tell me in detail."
What a boring pair of guys.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya blushed, muttering to himself, but offered no explanation.
The more he tries to explain his relationship with Hinamori, the worse it gets.
Sometimes, he even wanted to reveal that he would never like a Momo frequently wets the bed.
He remembered that before he had wet the bed, Momo Hinamori was playing at her grandmother's house, wet the bed during her afternoon nap.
Ah, that seems to have been decades ago.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya suddenly realized that the last time he called Hinamori " Bedwetter Momo" was before she joined the Shin'ō Academy.
At the time, Hinamori also called him "Shirō-chan" in response to Bedwetter Momo.
Time flies.
Tōshirō Hitsugaya sighed like an old man, perhaps because memories were stirred up, or perhaps because he hadn't slept enough.
During his short lunch break, he had a dream about things from the past, also in a summer.
There were no cicadas in Rukongai, so it was very quiet. He and she sat in the corridor, undeterred by the scorching summer sun, eating large mouthfuls of iced watermelon.
What a nostalgic scene! Since joining the Gotei 13, we've rarely been able to meet up...
"Hmm," Tōshirō Hitsugaya woke up, his emerald green eyes looking somewhat dazed. Then, he jumped up, "3:40?!"
He was late. He jumped up hurriedly and rushed to the captain's office. As soon as he opened the door, he said, "Sorry I'm late."
His eyes widened as if he were looking at a world-famous painting.
The vice-captain and the captain, both positions were occupied by people who met the requirements for their roles, and they were working.
What should have been a normal scene turned into a moment when it happened to the Tenth Division, almost bringing tears to Tōshirō Hitsugaya's eyes.
He had waited too long for this day.
"Hey, Hitsugaya, you're awake. I saw you were sleeping so soundly, I didn't have the heart to wake you, so I'll just have to take over for now. You can do the rest."
Shiraishi raised his hand in greeting.
"Oh." Tōshirō Hitsugaya nodded without complaint, taking over the captain's duties. "What kind of nonsense are you approving?!"
The previous feeling of being moved vanished instantly.
Shiraishi crossed his arms and said, "I think this summer festival proposal is great; it will boost our morale."
"We don't have any money!"
Tōshirō Hitsugaya the Roar, " The Tenth Division's budget has reached a deficit!"
"..." Shiraishi was speechless and simply left, deciding never to interfere in administration again, lest he make things worse by trying to help.