No, you'll never be alone
Characters: Hitsuaya Toushirou, Hinamori Momo
When: February 25/26, a few hours after this log (aka Momo's Meltdown)
Where: Seireitei, Hitsugaya's quarters
Rating: PG
Summary: In the aftermath of Momo's breakdown, Hitsugaya finds a reason to hope.
She was still clinging to him. Hitsugaya didn't think she was quite asleep, but she was exhausted. That much was obvious. He couldn't fault her for it; her world had crumbled in an instant and as much as he'd hated how she'd latched onto Aizen so completely, he could still feel for her.
It didn't, however, mean he knew exactly what to do with the Hinamori puddle currently in his arms and lap. He had ideas, and he had things he needed to tell her, but... he'd barely got a chance to get his clothes back into place. Gods, he hadn't shown that scar to anyone. It wasn't a badge of honor to be bandied about; it was a stamp of his failure, a reminder of how bad things had gotten.
He rested his hand on Hinamori's head for a moment, sighing. Maybe things were better now. Maybe things were going to get better now. Somehow.
He could hope. He really could hope.
When: February 25/26, a few hours after this log (aka Momo's Meltdown)
Where: Seireitei, Hitsugaya's quarters
Rating: PG
Summary: In the aftermath of Momo's breakdown, Hitsugaya finds a reason to hope.
She was still clinging to him. Hitsugaya didn't think she was quite asleep, but she was exhausted. That much was obvious. He couldn't fault her for it; her world had crumbled in an instant and as much as he'd hated how she'd latched onto Aizen so completely, he could still feel for her.
It didn't, however, mean he knew exactly what to do with the Hinamori puddle currently in his arms and lap. He had ideas, and he had things he needed to tell her, but... he'd barely got a chance to get his clothes back into place. Gods, he hadn't shown that scar to anyone. It wasn't a badge of honor to be bandied about; it was a stamp of his failure, a reminder of how bad things had gotten.
He rested his hand on Hinamori's head for a moment, sighing. Maybe things were better now. Maybe things were going to get better now. Somehow.
He could hope. He really could hope.