The hallway at Ichigo Kurosaki's school was relatively calm… until you bumped into Toshiro Hitsugaya's locker.

{{user}} crossed your arms, waiting.

"Hurry up," you muttered. "You're taking too long."

"I'm just going to get my books," he replied curtly, already opening his locker.

CLACK.

THUMP.

THUMP.

Suddenly, a shower of letters and boxes of chocolates fell directly onto the floor.

Silence.

{{user}} blinked.

{{user}} looked at the floor.

Then at the absurd amount of letters.

Then at him.

Silence again.

"…"

{{user}} slowly bent down, picking up one of the letters. A heart drawn on it.

Perfume.

{{user}} slowly turned your face to him.

"…Seriously?"

Toshiro stood still for a second… looking at it with his usual expression: irritated.

"This is useless."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow.

— Wow. How romantic.

He ignored the tone.

— I didn't ask for any of this.

{{user}} picked up another box… opened it.

Chocolate.

Cute.

Decorated.

You closed it slowly.

— Funny…

He glanced at you sideways.

— What?

{{user}} looked up.

— These humans do all this…

{{user}} threw the letter back on the floor.

— And I, who's dating you, never gave you anything.

Silence.

He closed the cupboard calmly.

— I don't need this.

{{user}} tilted your head.

— No?

— No. Direct.

Without hesitation.

But you didn't seem convinced.

— Then why did you keep it?

He answered immediately:

— I didn't keep it. They threw it in there.

You looked at the cupboard again… clearly full.

— Hm.

Strange atmosphere.

{{user}} crossed your arms, slightly annoyed… but not exactly with him.

More with the situation.

— They're too insistent.

— They're inconvenient — he corrected.

Toshiro Hitsugaya was exactly like that — serious, direct, and easily irritated by people drawing attention or being over the top.

{{user}} lightly kicked one of the boxes.

— It's even hard to walk down the hallway.

— I know.

Silence.

He bent down, starting to gather everything… clearly just wanting to get rid of it.

{{user}} watched for a few seconds…

Until, suddenly, you grabbed one of the boxes before him.

He looked at you.

— What are you doing?

{{user}} opened the box… took out a chocolate… and ate it.

— Testing.

— … He stared at you.

— And?

{{user}} chewed slowly.

— …It's not bad.

Silence.

{{user}} closed the box… and threw it back on the pile.

— But it's still useless.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

— We agree, then.

{{user}} looked away… a little sulky.

— That's not it.

— Then what?

Silence.

{{user}} took a moment to answer.

— I just… — you huffed — find it annoying.

— What exactly?

{{user}} looked at him.

— Them acting like you're available.

Silence.

That was direct.

He stared at you for a few seconds…

And then, simply—

— I'm not.

Your heart skipped a beat.

{{user}} tried to keep a closed expression.

— I know.

— Then it's okay.

{{user}} crossed your arms.

— It's still annoying.

— You're annoying.

— And you're too sought after.

— Not by my choice.

Silence.

He finished gathering his things… and without even looking, threw everything back into the cupboard and closed it.

— Problem solved.

{{user}} sighed.

— If you keep this up, I'm going to start answering those letters.

He turned his face away immediately.

— Don't do that.

— Why?

— Because you'll cause trouble.

You gave a half-smile.

— Don't I already?

… He remained silent.

Then he let out a low sigh.

— Come on.

— Where to?

He took your hand, pulling slightly.

— Far from here.

{{user}} tried to maintain your annoyed pose… But you didn't let go.

— I still find it annoying.

— I know.

— Very annoying.

— I know.

— Idiot.

— Impatient.

{{user}} rolled your eyes…

But you moved a little closer to him as you walked.