Author's Note: This was originally posted on my Tumblr as some spur of the moment idea, and I felt quite obliged to post it here on Fanfiction. Some more HitsuYori quarreling for the limited fanbase we have out here, so please enjoy!

Names

Toshiro.

It's so awkward saying your name. I've called you by so many other identifiers in the past that the sound of your true, unmasked name… It makes me want to hurl. But let's see, before today when I finally gave into nagging requests, there were a handful of nicknames for you.

Baldy. Well, that's my universal term for everyone with or without hair on the top of their heads, so that doesn't count.

Pervert. Yep, that one isn't an easy one to forget.

Oh yeah. And the one that fired the trigger for you. Midget. Maybe I should stick with that one. It's got a nice ring to it.

At last, here's the big apple: Toshiro. Saying your name, it feels like I'm biting into a popsicle without any restraint and getting one hell of a brain freeze afterwards. By all I means, I don't intend on dealing with brain freezes every time I have to say your goddamned name. It'll be midget for you, whether you like it or not.

Why do you insist on doing this, Vizard? I have a name, and I've built upon my name through years of hard work and determination. Once, I was Hitsugaya. Toshiro Hitsugaya. I was a boy from Rukongai. I wasn't anybody at the time. If you were to travel a mile or two from my home village to neighboring settlements, the inhabitants of those districts would think that Toshiro Hitsugaya was an alcoholic beverage of some sort. Or species of insect, I'll admit.

Nowadays, however, if you were to travel to the furthest district? Souls speak my name in fear. I am a captain of the Gotei 13. I am the wielder of Hyourinmaru, the strongest ice-type Zanpakuto. No longer is my name associated with alcohol or insects.

So identifiers such as baldy, pervert, and (good grief) midget, are not who I am. I am no one else but Toshiro Hitsugaya.

Oh snap. That was fantastic. I give you a 10/10 for that enlightening lecture, but now I've got to craft up some new identifier for you that involves booze and bugs. Sounds like a hell lot of fun, if you ask me. But before I do that, I'll let you know that no matter how much shit you accomplish in life, nothing will diminish the fact that you're a short fucker who hasn't even made it past five feet yet.

And I can only say the same to you.

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