He's No You
Hitsugaya gets a bad case of green envy when he catches you checking out another dude.
Needless to say, I don't think the hormones excuse is gonna cut it this time.
[YouxHitsugaya]
There's a reference here to my idol and husband (in my fantasies) Takashi Nagayama! *swoons* For those of you who are unaware, Takashi Nagayama is a famous actor/singer in Japan. He shows in various musicals and tv shows. You may recognize him from the ever so popular Rock Bleach Musicals. He plays the one and only Toshiro Hitsugaya! Personally, I say that they couldn't have picked a more perfect person for the part!
Hitsugaya leaned back in his chair, flipping through the various channels your cable provider could offer. He was a bit ticked about the fact that there was over a thousand channels and yet nothing good to watch. Then again, since when did he care about human entertainment?
He sighed and glanced at the sofa, where you were reading a magazine in a sprawled position. Hitsugaya was currently on vacation, so you had offered him to stay at your house. He had complied, of course. But barely a day had past when a sudden rainstorm hit, washing away any activities you'd planned for that particular day. So for the past two hours, the two of you had been lazing around your house in an attempt to help pass the time until the storm passed. So far, time seemed to have completely stopped, as if mocking you with its minute-long seconds and hour-long minutes.
Hitsugaya tilted his head back and studied the tedious whiteness of the ceiling. It's safe to say that if nothing was going to happen in the next ten seconds, he was going to lose it.
His thoughts were disrupted by a poorly concealed squeal. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched your shoulders quake as you tried and failed to conceal your hysterics. For the past hours, you hadn't gone through three minutes without giggling through your teeth. A perpetual smile was plastered on your face and your cheeks were flushed with joy. He figured you were just reading some of the various comics you seemed to enjoy. But curiosity was starting to eat at him.
"What are you laughing about?" he asked.
"Nothing," you replied.
"Yeah, right," he retorted. "Seriously, what's so funny?"
"Nothing."
He frowned. "Let me see the magazine."
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because."
He gritted his teeth. Usually when you were together, you could barely keep your hands off him (Who could blame you?). But your current standoffishness was really starting to irk him off. With a groan, he got to his feet and approached you on the couch. Sensing him approaching, you quickly closed the magazine and wedged it between you and the sofa.
He held out his hand. "Hand it over."
You stuck your tongue out at him. "Why should I?"
"Because I said so."
"You're not the boss of me."
"I siad give it to me."
"Why don't you make me?"
You instantly regretted your words. In the blink of an eye, he lunged at you. You both wrestled for the magazine. But obviously, you were no match for Hitsugaya. He stood up a few moments after your little wrestling match began, your magazine clutched in his fist. You grumbled and crossed your arms across your chest as you lay with your butt on the sofa and your head on the floor. "Curse you and your superior Shinigami skills," you pouted.
He ignored yu and started flipping back to the page you were previously on. When he reached it, he silently stared at it for a full hour-long minute before facing you with an icy glare.
"Who is this?" he whispered menacingly.
You scratched your head, choosing to play stupid. "Who's who?"
"This!" He shoved the magazine in your face. On the page was a picture of a hot Japanese stud showing off his lean, yet muscular chest.
"Oh, him," you muttered sheepishly. "He's Takashi Nagayama, this really cool actor/singer that I'm kind of a fan of."
"Why the heck were you on this page of all pages?!"
You flushed. "Because he has nice abs?"
He glared at you before dropping the magazine on your face and storming upstairs. You pulled the magazine off your face and stared at the stairs with a guilty look on your face. With a sigh, you got on your feet and went upstairs. You stopped outside his door and hesitated before knocking. "Hey, Shiro-chan. Can I come in?"
"No," was his icy reply.
You shivered at his tone, but chose to enter anyway. You found him sitting on his bed, silently facing the wall. His back was facing you. You softly closed the door behind him and approached the bed. "Hey," you said softly.
"Go away," he stated.
"Come on, Toshiro. Lighten up. So I looked at a picture of another dude's abs. So what? It's not like I slept with the dude."
He still kept his icy silence, which was really starting to annoy you. You crawld up behind him on the bed and said, "For the love of God, Toshiro! You should know by now that I'm satisfied with what I have, and that's you. You're my boyfriend, and Takashi Nagayama's just a picture in a magazine. It doesn't change how I feel, and you're stupid for thinking that!"
"I'm not upset about all that," he finally said.
You were confused. "So then what's with the cold shoulder, besides the horrible pun I just threw in?"
In a flash, you were pulled down into his arms, your lips meeting his. He then proceeded to give you a fiery kiss and stunned you into a complete shutdown. For the first time today, you were grateful for the minute-long seconds and hour-long minutes.
After what seemed like forever, he slowly removed his lips from yours and descended to your neck. In a soft but tantalizing whisper, he said, "You should know that the only abs you're allowed to see are my own."
You started to laugh at his uncharacteristic act of machoism. "I think I can live with that," you purred as you tugged on the bottom of his shirt.
