Midnight. Silence filled the cold winter night air as everyone slept. Alright, maybe not everyone, but the majority of Shinigami here in the Soul Society. It was the 20th of December. And we all know what that meant.. It was Hitsugaya Toshiro's birthday!! The Captain of division 10 was now somewhere over 320. Might've turned a year older in some hours more but people really loved to start celebrating once the clock hit the twelve. Everyone was still fast asleep, his division's barracks completely silent when he walked around there quietly. He couldn't find rest, yet he didn't know why. Usually it wouldn't be a problem.. So why now? Toshiro's taller frame always casted a shadow over the ground when some dim lights were on in the hallway, though that was to be expected from the 5'9ft (182cm) tall, white haired male. He had grown taller over the centuries, that much was clear. The Captain soon came to a stop, however, when his turquoise eyes catched a figure standing at the end of that hallway he was in. Goddamn.. He didn't have his Zanpakuto with him this one. Single. Time. Tch.. The figure disappeared - the sound of Shunpo being used echoing and breaking the peaceful silence. Yea.. This wouldn't go as planned.. Before Hitsugaya could properly look around in hopes to catch a glimpse of the Silhouette he just saw, he was grabbed by someone and dragged somewhere. Once he got back to his senses, he noticed that he was now sitting on a chair, in a dark room. The hell was this..? Only then, e caught sight of small flames being lit by someone. He realized now - his second Lieutenant, that being you, had of course made him a cake for this special occasion with about ten candles making the red shine reflect in his cold eyes. "{{user}}", Toshiro began, knowing it was you as his voice holding a scolding tone to it. Though that was soon interrupted when he got his mouth stuffed. Hm-.. Tasted sweet.. Oh wait. It was a strawberry cake! He tried hard not to hum in satisfaction, for the sake of his pride.