Well, it's been a fun ride, kiddies, but like all good things- and bad- it's come to an end. Yupp, you heard me right. This is it. The last chapter. This chappie's got lots of light-hearted fluff and humor, plus Hitsu plays a prank on Matsu. Hey, she soo had it coming. .

Anyway, if you've enjoyed this fic and are in the mood for more after this chappie's over, you might like my other fic, "Sake Lullaby" which is written in a similar vein to this one. You might also enjoy another fic of mine, "Otearai". Both of which can be found thru my profile.

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Her huge grin nearly matched the size of her abundant chest, revealing her strong white teeth. She wrapped one arm tightly around his slender form, hugging him to her. She wanted to squeal loudly and glomp him, but she didn't want him to yell at her and leave her lap. "Anytime, Shiro-chan!" She chirped and settled for kissing the top of his head.

Hitsugaya fished out a chunk of pineapple, frowning at it. He wanted watermelon, not pineapple. He was about to put it back into the bowl when strong, lean fingers wrapped around his slim wrist, catching his hand and raising it above his head. Full lips covered his own fingers, gently taking the fruit from his hold, then a warm tongue licked the juice from the digits.

His face grew warm as he blushed, hastily pulling his hand back. He curled in tighter against her, ducking his head to hide from her oceanic gaze. "Ne, Toushiro-chan, what's wrong?" Matsumoto lightly ran a sticky hand along his bare arm, and he shivered, shaking his head.

"You're blushing, aren't you?!" He kept his head lowered, face pressed into one big boob.

"N-No I'm not!" He squawked, still not looking at her. His heart thudded in his chest.

She giggled. "Sure, taichou." It was the same voice, same words she used when she wasn't taking him seriously. She knew he was lying- and she loved every moment of it.

"Matsumoto!" He cut off her delighted snicker.

"What, Shiro-taichou?" She nuzzled the top of his head with her cheek, delighting in how soft and thick his spiky hair was.

"You know perfectly well what." She frowned- she'd pushed him too far, and he was getting grumpy again. Her long fingers dove to the bottom of the bowl, fished out a watermelon chunk, and offered it to him.

Hitsugaya stared at it- he knew it was a peace offering, and she wanted nothing more than for him to snuggle with her again. He weighed his options; he could either get up and leave, crawling back over to his bowl brimming with muck, or sit here in her lap-which was quite comfortable- and eat watermelon. Yeah, tough choice there. All it required was a small sacrifice of pride. He glanced down at the blue yukata of Hinamori's he wore- it's not like he had much pride left anyway.

But he'd be damned if he let her get away with it. Gingerly, he took the proffered fruit, careful to avoid her fingertips, much to her disappointment, then cuddled into her, head pillowed on her plump boob. She squeezed him in delight, gently stroking the thick bandage running round his temple like a wide, white headband.

Hitsugaya let Matsumoto enjoy herself for a few more moments while he chewed then swallowed. His little tongue licked his lips again. "You're so squishy."

"What?!" She blinked. Squishy? Squishy, as in containing excess body fat? "Are you calling me fat?!"

He felt her bristle, and he nuzzled her; she calmed, but her happy contentment was gone. "Of course not." He used her placating tone back on her. "I'm just saying you're comfy. Like a couch."

She, Matsumoto Rangiku, pin up girl of the Shinigami world, was being compared to a couch?! Had anyone else said that, she'd tear them limb from bloody limb then rip them into a thousand tiny, itsy bitsy pieces. But this was her cute, grumpy taichou.

Hitsugaya smirked. He had her right where he wanted her. She was off guard. Before the fukutaichou could say anything, he grasped her shoulders and rose up on his knees so he was face level with her. Big turquoise eyes- almost too large for his face- stared into hers as he rubbed his pert little nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss. Her insides melted; her instinct was to glomp and cuddle him. Her Toushiro NEVER acted like this! But it was SOO cute!

"Ne, Rangiku-san, would you do something for me?" He couldn't bring himself to say "Ran-chan" like all her drinking buddies called her. He wanted to ask her outright, but doing so would give her an opportunity to wriggle out of it. Yes, sometimes in war you had to be devious and take paths you normally wouldn't choose. He kissed her cheek. "Onegai." Please

It was too much for the poor fukutaichou to take. She squealed and cuddled him happily- he winced as she hugged him tightly, but for once his face wasn't smashed into the bulging beasts. "Anything for my Shiro-chan!" She squealed happily.

His smirk widened. "Do the paperwork for me." She froze in horror, arms slack about him. He turned around and slid back down to her lap, grabbed a chunk of watermelon and munched happily.

"W-wha…" Matsumoto lingered in shock, brain trying to process the request. "B-but…but..-" She'd just agreed to do the paperwork, which currently sat merrily multiplying on his desk in the dim office. Her mind raced, trying to find a way out, but he'd trapped her like a rat. He'd cornered her with his cuteness. And she fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.

Picking up the empty bowl, Hitsugaya drank the leftover, mixed fruit juices from the dish's bottom, positively beaming. Matsumoto slumped around him in defeat, face gloomy. How dare he beat her at her own game! Sometimes, the white-haired prodigy was too smart for HER own good.

OWARI

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