Hc; Storms, no matter the sort, have never really perturbed him; If anything, and depending  on his mood and  forbearance, the sound of wrathful winds, and, or, thunder may bring him forth distraction. When that happens, he’d mostly take a recess until the storm completely subsides. – While, and, following his years in the  Rukongai, however, Hinamori, who greatly disliked thunderstorms, would  visit him every time a thunderstorm were undergoing. 

                The initial thought that came to mind once his lethargic optics had bestowed their absolute recognition upon a brace of divine orbs, was how beautifully breathtaking its possessor was. Hinamori Momo; Lieutenant of squad five. No matter in what temperament or condition he’d happen to be, her presence always provided him with an incomparable warmth. – And, in furtherance, enticed a Jovial spark, it shifts his negation elsewhere, to surge through his frigidly cutting permanence. An occurrence he has yet to completely understand. 

 Albeit, this information he knew exceptionally well; she was the fire that kept him fighting, kept him in balance. She was his treasured person. His eternal reason. Though he does not exhibit it as so, there are inklings behind certain actions which speaks of his love for the girl; the girl who possessed the purest of titanium hearts. – Stern, callous, features, he has been moody since the wake of dawn, loosens as perplexity had now evidently displayed across youthful countenance.

 Why was she blushing, he wondered, partitioning his thinned lined lips to inquire her attendance. “ What is it, Hina… ” Words are quick to lodge themselves within his throat as buds of benign lips are suddenly pressed against the dry, warm less, skin of his exposed, helpless, cheek. Baffled; eyes have widened whilst his heartbeat escalated in its thumping. Thud - thump. Thud - thump, It repeated, akin to gunshots being fired in unison. It additionally generated his visage to gain its very own tinge of dusted, fainted, cerise. Fortunately, however, Hitsugaya manages to sustain it from revealing much of a reaction. 

It was dark. It was quiet. Though it did not last. Coughing; it takes over the tranquility. It was groggy, harsh, and worrisome. Quickly does he run to his companion, eyes widen. She’s so frail, he thought, please do not allow her to break. But she did. No amount of hope, gesture, or concern saved her from exuding her last breath. “ I love you, Shiro - chan ‘ 

It was dark. But her last words were soft, loving, as it always was. She’s gone. -- He holds her delicate hand. Squeezes it tightly into his own. Her skin is now as cold as his. In denial, he screams for her to awake. “ Wake up, Hinamori!! -- Please wake up!! “ His voice cracks, it spills in a void of despair...Of nothingness.

It was dark. Unseen tears descend gradually from pallid cheeks. Crying; he had nearly forgotten such a sentimental action. He cries and angrily does he curse. His heart aches. His lungs are wrestling to breathe accordingly. He is angry. He is in anguish. A man who’s lost all purpose. What will he tell Hirako? Moreso to Matsumoto? 

 Simplistic words which never fails to obstruct the pathway of his gullet, choking the very words he wishes to display, to the woman clinging to his forearm, into silence or unsettling sounds of inconstant gagging. – He could never verbalize these words…These sentimental thoughts he had carried inside of him for eons. No matter how much he ached to tell her, he merely ended up suffocating, he becomes a victim of intrepid waves, beneath the weights of his anxiety. – He was an individual who’s growth is of isolation, solitude,an introvert who didn’t know how to properly speak to others. However, these emotions he held for her needed to be utilized for the welfare of his sanity.

 Emerald - tinged orbs engrossed in pools of naivety casually gazed at the company who pressed along his side. She wore a Kimono as golden as the sun glorifying pieces of gold, and it was as illuminating as the elegant smile that complimented her beautiful visage. – A festival, one he hadn’t gathered much knowledge on, was erupting throughout the once tranquil ambiance of the Rukongai districts. The brunette was eager to participate and he couldn’t simply dismiss her jovial invitation… She deserved a few hours of leisure after the war between the Quincies had concluded.

 For you see, when the clock strikes its appendages to the contours of midnight, it’ll harmonize a birthday cradle song, and furthermore, a probable extension in their current relationship. Would they remain as friends or become something more official, he wondered? – That’s even if he could muster up enough readiness to dare express himself, his feelings, the ways she thawed his glacial heart with a mere glance, to her in a manner in which she could immediately understand.

 Until then, he will persist in remaining serene, composed, and interested as best as he could be. Breath in, breath out. He inwardly chants whilst examining the plentiful variety of recreational stations that were available tot he public. “ -- There’s isn’t much going on here, eh? “ he finally articulates, ceasing his pacing steps entirely. “ Is there anything you would prefer to do first, Hinamori? Feed the Koi fishes? Get something to eat? It’s your decision. Where you choose to go, I'll follow. “