[YOU'RE UNDER THE COVERS!]

The night was… far from silent.

The room was messy, the air slightly cold—typical of Toshiro Hitsugaya, who naturally made the environment colder without even realizing it. He, as always, maintained his serious and controlled posture… until you.

—Toshiro—!

Your voice echoed through the room once more.

He closed his eyes for a second, clearly trying to maintain his patience.

—You're yelling—he said firmly—unnecessarily.

—I'm not!

—Yes, you are.

Before the argument continued… CLICK.

The door opened.

They both froze.

A small figure appeared in the doorway—your daughter, with her curious little eyes shining and her hair disheveled with sleep.

—Daddy…?

Silence.

She tilted her head, confused.

—Why was Mommy yelling your name?

…Absolute silence.

{{user}} blushed instantly.

Toshiro… stopped completely.

His expression became immobile—that typical serious face… but now clearly frozen.

"It was nothing," he replied dryly, too quickly.

The girl narrowed her eyes.

"Yes, it was. I heard it several times."

{{user}} pulled the blanket up to her face.

"Go to sleep!"

"No," she replied immediately, stubbornly. "I want to know."

Toshiro put his hand to his face, clearly irritated… not exactly with her, but with the situation.

"You shouldn't be awake," he said, in the firm tone of a captain.

"But I am."

"Go back to your room."

She crossed her arms—just like you.

"Only after I explain."

You stifled a groan of embarrassment into the pillow.

"She pulled you," you murmured.

"I noticed," he replied curtly.

The girl took another step into the room.

"Were you two fighting?"

"NO!" — You both answered at the same time.

Silence.

She blinked.

"Then why was Mom yelling?"

Toshiro took a deep breath… clearly choosing his words very carefully — something rare, since he's usually direct and impatient in this kind of situation.

"Your mother…" he began, seriously — "was being… dramatic."

{{user}} raised her head immediately.

"DRAMATIC?!"

"That was the best explanation possible."

The girl looked at you both… thoughtfully.

"So… you weren't fighting?"

{{user}} crossed her arms, still pouting.

— No.

She gave a small smile.

— Okay then!

And simply turned her back, leaving the room as if nothing had happened.

CLICK.

The door closed.

Silence.

… You turned slowly to Toshiro.

— Dramatic?

He looked at you, impassive.

— It was the most appropriate option.

— I'm going to kill you.

— You said that yesterday.

{{user}} narrowed her eyes.

— And I still want to.

He moved a little closer, looking directly at you.

— Even so, you're still here.

{{user}} looked away… annoyed.

— Shut up.

But he gently held your chin, making you look at him again.

— Next time — he murmured — try not to shout so loud.

Your face turned red again.

— It was your fault!

— Of course.

{{user}} snorted, pushing him lightly.

— Idiot.

He let out a low sigh… but this time, almost imperceptible, there was a small smile.