Anime Drabbles, Ficlets & One Shots

Hitsugaya Toshirou ~ Dr. Trickster

Genre: Fluff, romance, comedy, period, comfort
Word Count: 3,134
Pairing: Female Reader x Hitsugaya
World: Bleach
Note: Look at Rain back at it again with another period comfort fic because she's feckin' miserable :'D

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"We're home, Y/N-chan!" Matsumoto sang as she stepped into your apartment, dressed in the Karakura high school uniform. She blinked when she received no reply, peeking her head around the corner of the kitchen. "Y/N-chan? Where are you?"

Toshirou glanced into the kitchen, brow furrowed. They had been staying with you for a couple of weeks now and you were always in the kitchen when they got back from school, hunched over your laptop as you struggled to meet the deadline for your job. Had you decided to work in your room today?

Matsumoto hummed as she opened the fridge. "Maybe she went out."

Toshirou knew better. You hated leaving the house because people annoyed the hell out of you couldn't control your temper around strangers. You had made Matsumoto run most of your errands since the pair arrived, mostly because she was willing and he wasn't. With a frown, he headed down the hall to your bedroom, bringing his knuckles against the wood.

"Y/N," he called, loud enough to be heard through the thick wood. He heard something, but it was muffled and low, making him strain his ears. He leaned against the wood, eyes narrowed in concentration.

"Oh, taichou, you're such a pervert," Matsumoto giggled as she watched her captain.

The vein on his temple throbbed in annoyance, a light dust of pink across his pale cheeks at the accusation. "Be quiet!"

"You say that, but you're the one yelling," she pouted, arms crossed beneath her breasts.

Toshirou listened closely, his mind trying to figure out what that sound was. And then it hit him – you were crying. He had known you for a while now, first meeting you when your group infiltrated the Seireitei, and in all that time, he had never seen you cry. Not when you nearly died after running into Byakuya. Not when you watched helplessly as Ichigo was taken down by Aizen. You were the one that provided a shoulder to cry on, but you never cried yourself. What could have happened to illicit such a reaction from you? He swallowed his nerves, banging his fist against the door.

"Y/N, are you okay?!"

There was no response, just soft sobbing.

"I'm coming in!" With clenched teeth, he grabbed the doorknob and shoved the door open, eyes needing a moment to adjust to the darkness of the room. He called your name again, hearing the muffled sobs coming from the center of the room. Matsumoto flipped the switch on the wall, making him wince at the sudden light that flooded the room.

You were lying in bed, curled up in a ball with your comforter pulled up to your chin. Your eyes were puffy, tears steadily dripping onto your pillow. You had clearly been crying for a while if the large wet spot on your pillow was anything to go by. Your shoulders trembled, arms wrapped tightly around a pillow.

Toshirou rushed over to your side, blue eyes wide and hands hovering in the air because he wasn't sure what to do with them. "Y/N, what's wrong?!"

Your eyes slowly opened, glassy and pained. Your voice came out as a strangled groan. "It hurts..."

"What does? Are you injured?"

"Make it stop..."

Toshirou's heart hammered in his chest and he reached forward, resting his hand on your shoulder. "Matsumoto, go get Kurosaki! Quickly!"