Kira's Cookery Masterclass
Who: Hinamori Momo, Kira Izuru
When: August 12th, mid afternoon/evening
Where: 5th Division, Hinamori's quarters
Rating: PG
What: Kira promised to drop in and teach Hinamori how to bake cake. This may or may not be a good idea, especially if Shuuhei is expected to eat it on Friday. (P.S. I know you're on hiatus, but I thought I'd put this up anyway <3)
Kira had sent ahead the list of ingredients for Hinamori, but naturally he'd worried that he should have listed proper amounts of the ingredients. In the end he settled for bringing extra ingredients, hiding the fact that he had under the excuse of also bringing a proper cake tin and an icing piper. Just in case, of course, but he was sure things wouldn't be that bad.
No. It couldn't be that bad.
So long as he didn't ruin the afternoon with an uncomfortable apology, everything would be fine. He had apologised. Sort of. Maybe not with the true reasons as to why he'd done it in the first place, but that kind of guilt only really hurt him. It was just that it hurt him a lot more at the moment than it had for months. Wabisuke constantly niggled him and reminded him, until he would break and admit things to himself he didn't want to admit. Or things he didn't believe were true at all.
Was he really jealous of how close Hitsugaya-taichou was to Hinamori?
With a sharp look at Wabisuke to warn him to keep his mouth shut, he had allowed the sword to come. So long as he stood out of range of Hinamori and didn't get too involved with the cake making progress. He'd locked him away far too much, and if he didn't bring him, Hinamori would only ask why not and feel sorry for him. Maybe. Either way, he'd allowed the spirit to come -- but if the despair that he gave off in wafts got anywhere near Hinamori, he wasn't going to forgive Wabisuke at all. He wasn't sure what that kind of feeling would inspire in her, and if it was at all Aizen related, he wasn't sure he was quite prepared to deal with it.
Maybe he should have insisted on leaving him behind after all.
Still, it was too late to head back now. He turned toward the door and knocked, resolutely, on the bamboo frame.
"It's Kira," he called.
When: August 12th, mid afternoon/evening
Where: 5th Division, Hinamori's quarters
Rating: PG
What: Kira promised to drop in and teach Hinamori how to bake cake. This may or may not be a good idea, especially if Shuuhei is expected to eat it on Friday. (P.S. I know you're on hiatus, but I thought I'd put this up anyway <3)
Kira had sent ahead the list of ingredients for Hinamori, but naturally he'd worried that he should have listed proper amounts of the ingredients. In the end he settled for bringing extra ingredients, hiding the fact that he had under the excuse of also bringing a proper cake tin and an icing piper. Just in case, of course, but he was sure things wouldn't be that bad.
No. It couldn't be that bad.
So long as he didn't ruin the afternoon with an uncomfortable apology, everything would be fine. He had apologised. Sort of. Maybe not with the true reasons as to why he'd done it in the first place, but that kind of guilt only really hurt him. It was just that it hurt him a lot more at the moment than it had for months. Wabisuke constantly niggled him and reminded him, until he would break and admit things to himself he didn't want to admit. Or things he didn't believe were true at all.
Was he really jealous of how close Hitsugaya-taichou was to Hinamori?
With a sharp look at Wabisuke to warn him to keep his mouth shut, he had allowed the sword to come. So long as he stood out of range of Hinamori and didn't get too involved with the cake making progress. He'd locked him away far too much, and if he didn't bring him, Hinamori would only ask why not and feel sorry for him. Maybe. Either way, he'd allowed the spirit to come -- but if the despair that he gave off in wafts got anywhere near Hinamori, he wasn't going to forgive Wabisuke at all. He wasn't sure what that kind of feeling would inspire in her, and if it was at all Aizen related, he wasn't sure he was quite prepared to deal with it.
Maybe he should have insisted on leaving him behind after all.
Still, it was too late to head back now. He turned toward the door and knocked, resolutely, on the bamboo frame.
"It's Kira," he called.