Author's Note: Another challenge done for the 13drabbles community on LiveJournal. This isn't my best set, and wound up looking more experimental than anything, but I had fun with them. Once again, Gin is a pleasure to write. Something tells me he's going to be a commonly recurring character in my future Bleach fics (and hopefully he'll get one of his own someday). Fun fact: I actually prefer to refer to AizenMomo as SousuMomo, but no one would get that. Sigh. All that aside, I hope you enjoy these drabbles!

Disclaimers: I do not own Bleach nor any of its respective characters, settings, etc. This applies to all current and upcoming chapters.

I. "Glow"

Gin did many things in his idle hours, and one of them was recounting odd human sayings to Aizen. Aizen neither liked nor disliked Gin's aimless banter, but resigned himself to only lending him half an ear. Gin knew this, but found some odd amusement in continuing on anyway.

"I heard that women don't sweat, and instead they 'glisten'," Aizen heard Gin say in one of the instances he bothered paying mind.

"Really?" he asked, slightly amused. "What fanciful creatures humans are."

"Would you say that about Hinamori-chan, I wonder?" Gin ventured, feigning an innocent tone even as his devil's grin was brightly lit. "I'm sure you've made her sweat."

"As her captain," Aizen told him, debunking the innuendo, "I've watched and helped her train many times."

"And?"

"She sweats," he said plainly. "All women do. It isn't beautiful or romanticized. It's sticky and vaguely masculine. Hinamori sweats."

Gin pouted, or at least mustered the closest thing to a pout as he could. "So anti-climactic."

"There are moments, though," Aizen continued, taking on a new tone, "when she does glisten."

"Really?" wondered Gin. "Do tell."

"It is when she cries." Aizen turned to him and smiled in his usual odious way. "When she cries, Hinamori-kun positively glows."