One-Two-Three Kisses [PG; Hitsugaya/Mizuiro]
Title: One-Two-Three Kisses
Author: worblehat
Genre: Bleach
Pairing: Hitsugaya/Mizuiro
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Still lovin' on Kubo.
Notes: Written for one of the recent words at 15minuteficlets (which is below the cut). Has a few spoilers, I think? Nothing past the anime though. And yes, I know this pairing is rare. What can I say, I adore Mizuiro and thought he needed some shinigami boykisses (i.e. I'll write something better next time).
Word Count: 844
Mediocre
Watch out for him. He's been doing some weird stuff, says Ichigo.
What do you mean? Hitsugaya asks.
Don't let him get close. He'll try to - look, just keep away if you can. He's really fast and you can never tell when he's going to pounce.
Pounce? he repeats but receives no further clarification.
*
"Hitsugaya-kun," Mizuiro says pleasantly, smiling at the new transfer student.
"Ah?" Hitsugaya swallows down the bite of sandwich in his mouth, which scratches at the back of his throat. Why do people always wait until he's eating to start conversations with him? It never fails.
"How do you know Ichigo?"
"Childhood friends," Hitsugaya answers plainly before taking another bite and chewing, eyes daring Mizuiro to ask him another question.
Mizuiro takes a sip from his juice box, looking thoughtfully at Hitsugaya. Keigo leans over him, blabbering about how he didn't know that, why didn't Ichigo tell him, and were they close?
Hitsugaya answers as best he can, wondering what the others have said in answer to this question. Keigo proves to be a formidable questioner, pointing his finger into the air when Hitsugaya contradicts himself.
"But you said you met him when you were four!" Keigo exclaims. "How could you have learned to swim with him when you were three?"
"I -"
"Give him a break," Mizuiro interrupts, his smile friendly and wide. "He probably meant to say four -" he turns to Hitsugaya, " - right?"
"Uh, yes," Hitsugaya says immediately, irritated that he can't remember a simple lie. He looks at Keigo. "I meant four."
"Oh," says Keigo. He stares at Hitsugaya for a few moments before barreling past him suddenly, screaming "Ichigo~! I've just made friends with your friends! Now you can't cut me out of the group!"
Mizuiro's voice is quiet, eyes thoughtful when he speaks again. "How do you really know Ichigo?"
Hitsugaya feels a little uncomfortable. There's something about this kid: he's ordinary in every sense of the word, with maybe a few cute features that barely stand out. His hair is dark, framing his face; his eyes are dark, lighting up whenever others approach. But somewhere in there is calculation and it unsettles him.
He sighs. "You wouldn't believe me," he wants to say; he looks a little forlornly at his sandwich, stomach grumbling. "It's not important," he says instead.
"You don't like him, do you?" Mizuiro says, his tone a shade of conspiratorial.
Hitsugaya doesn't hesitate to answer in the negative.
"Not a lot of people do," he says with a laugh. "They're too afraid."
"Of him?" asks Hitsugaya, pointing to Ichigo.
Mizuiro nods, laughing harder when Hitsugaya mutters "che."
Hitsugaya takes a bite of his sandwich. Mizuiro shifts closer before he swallows, eyes fixed on Hitsugaya who opens his mouth to ask what Mizuiro is doing; he hasn't said more than "what are you -" before Mizuiro's lips are against his, kissing softly.
He blinks and Mizuiro pulls back, cheeks flushed and head bowed. Hitsugaya can still see his eyes, which look dilated; he can hear the breathing that has gotten shallower. In that moment, he can understand Ichigo's words from earlier.
He lifts one hand to his mouth. This is his second kiss and he wonders why people choose to ambush him like this; Matsumoto is his first kiss, attacking him one night when he makes the mistake of telling her he's never been kissed. And now...this human, who is looking at him with hesitant, seemingly innocent eyes.
Hitsugaya feels it then - the hitch of his breath, the way his chest tightens. This...Mizuiro. He's good at what he does. Hitsugaya looks away.
"Why'd you do that?" he asks when his sandwich is done.
"Impulse?" Mizuiro answers, sounding unsure though his eyes look steady.
Hitsugaya feeling a strange heat spreading down the middle of his stomach again - knowing the innocent tone has been manipulated, played until it sounds convincing.
And it does.
He doesn't like touch, but for some reason, when Mizuiro's hands skate along his arm, he doesn't mind it that much.
The bell rings and he stands up, Mizuiro following suit. Five steps before the classroom door, Mizuiro leans in, whispering against Hitsugaya's neck.
"I wanted to see if there was interest," he answers, his voice clear, devoid of any indication of measured tone.
Several thoughts work through Hitsugaya's head.
He's human.
He's male.
I don't like people.
He has...nice lips.
Classmates walk past them, into the room. He looks at Mizuiro. "Ask me when there aren't people around," he says, eyes widening as he hears the words. That's not what he had meant to say.
Mizuiro smiles easily at him and Hitsugaya wonders how someone with no reiatsu can evoke such a strong response in him: namely, confusion - with perhaps the slightest bit of excitement.
"Fair enough," is all Mizuiro says to him until later, when he finds Hitsugaya outside the gym and presses him backward against the wall, their lips brushing against each other just before Hitsugaya's third kiss.
Author: worblehat
Genre: Bleach
Pairing: Hitsugaya/Mizuiro
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Still lovin' on Kubo.
Notes: Written for one of the recent words at 15minuteficlets (which is below the cut). Has a few spoilers, I think? Nothing past the anime though. And yes, I know this pairing is rare. What can I say, I adore Mizuiro and thought he needed some shinigami boykisses (i.e. I'll write something better next time).
Word Count: 844
Mediocre
Watch out for him. He's been doing some weird stuff, says Ichigo.
What do you mean? Hitsugaya asks.
Don't let him get close. He'll try to - look, just keep away if you can. He's really fast and you can never tell when he's going to pounce.
Pounce? he repeats but receives no further clarification.
*
"Hitsugaya-kun," Mizuiro says pleasantly, smiling at the new transfer student.
"Ah?" Hitsugaya swallows down the bite of sandwich in his mouth, which scratches at the back of his throat. Why do people always wait until he's eating to start conversations with him? It never fails.
"How do you know Ichigo?"
"Childhood friends," Hitsugaya answers plainly before taking another bite and chewing, eyes daring Mizuiro to ask him another question.
Mizuiro takes a sip from his juice box, looking thoughtfully at Hitsugaya. Keigo leans over him, blabbering about how he didn't know that, why didn't Ichigo tell him, and were they close?
Hitsugaya answers as best he can, wondering what the others have said in answer to this question. Keigo proves to be a formidable questioner, pointing his finger into the air when Hitsugaya contradicts himself.
"But you said you met him when you were four!" Keigo exclaims. "How could you have learned to swim with him when you were three?"
"I -"
"Give him a break," Mizuiro interrupts, his smile friendly and wide. "He probably meant to say four -" he turns to Hitsugaya, " - right?"
"Uh, yes," Hitsugaya says immediately, irritated that he can't remember a simple lie. He looks at Keigo. "I meant four."
"Oh," says Keigo. He stares at Hitsugaya for a few moments before barreling past him suddenly, screaming "Ichigo~! I've just made friends with your friends! Now you can't cut me out of the group!"
Mizuiro's voice is quiet, eyes thoughtful when he speaks again. "How do you really know Ichigo?"
Hitsugaya feels a little uncomfortable. There's something about this kid: he's ordinary in every sense of the word, with maybe a few cute features that barely stand out. His hair is dark, framing his face; his eyes are dark, lighting up whenever others approach. But somewhere in there is calculation and it unsettles him.
He sighs. "You wouldn't believe me," he wants to say; he looks a little forlornly at his sandwich, stomach grumbling. "It's not important," he says instead.
"You don't like him, do you?" Mizuiro says, his tone a shade of conspiratorial.
Hitsugaya doesn't hesitate to answer in the negative.
"Not a lot of people do," he says with a laugh. "They're too afraid."
"Of him?" asks Hitsugaya, pointing to Ichigo.
Mizuiro nods, laughing harder when Hitsugaya mutters "che."
Hitsugaya takes a bite of his sandwich. Mizuiro shifts closer before he swallows, eyes fixed on Hitsugaya who opens his mouth to ask what Mizuiro is doing; he hasn't said more than "what are you -" before Mizuiro's lips are against his, kissing softly.
He blinks and Mizuiro pulls back, cheeks flushed and head bowed. Hitsugaya can still see his eyes, which look dilated; he can hear the breathing that has gotten shallower. In that moment, he can understand Ichigo's words from earlier.
He lifts one hand to his mouth. This is his second kiss and he wonders why people choose to ambush him like this; Matsumoto is his first kiss, attacking him one night when he makes the mistake of telling her he's never been kissed. And now...this human, who is looking at him with hesitant, seemingly innocent eyes.
Hitsugaya feels it then - the hitch of his breath, the way his chest tightens. This...Mizuiro. He's good at what he does. Hitsugaya looks away.
"Why'd you do that?" he asks when his sandwich is done.
"Impulse?" Mizuiro answers, sounding unsure though his eyes look steady.
Hitsugaya feeling a strange heat spreading down the middle of his stomach again - knowing the innocent tone has been manipulated, played until it sounds convincing.
And it does.
He doesn't like touch, but for some reason, when Mizuiro's hands skate along his arm, he doesn't mind it that much.
The bell rings and he stands up, Mizuiro following suit. Five steps before the classroom door, Mizuiro leans in, whispering against Hitsugaya's neck.
"I wanted to see if there was interest," he answers, his voice clear, devoid of any indication of measured tone.
Several thoughts work through Hitsugaya's head.
He's human.
He's male.
I don't like people.
He has...nice lips.
Classmates walk past them, into the room. He looks at Mizuiro. "Ask me when there aren't people around," he says, eyes widening as he hears the words. That's not what he had meant to say.
Mizuiro smiles easily at him and Hitsugaya wonders how someone with no reiatsu can evoke such a strong response in him: namely, confusion - with perhaps the slightest bit of excitement.
"Fair enough," is all Mizuiro says to him until later, when he finds Hitsugaya outside the gym and presses him backward against the wall, their lips brushing against each other just before Hitsugaya's third kiss.