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Title: Boobs
Rating: PG
Pairing/Character/s: Hitsugaya, Matsumoto
Word Count: 321
Warning/s: Yes, this is a drabble about boobs. Sort of. It’s just kind of weird, even to me. --;; And major OOC.
Summary: Toushirou’s too young to know about these things, really.
Dedication: JaB, because… “Desert Boobie!”
A/N: My Japanese final ROCKED ME.

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She didn’t slap him the first time he asked, because for one thing, he’s her commanding officer, and for another, he’s still just a kid.

But she maybe should have slapped him after all, because now he thinks it’s okay to just sort of bring up the topic even when they’re in the middle of a public place.

“Oi…Matsumoto… are you sure it’s not harder to fight with those things attached to your chest?” he asks, rubbing his cheek.

She grits her teeth and battles the urge to cross her arms around herself as Hitsugaya looks speculatively at her breasts. “No sir, I’m quite sure it’s fine.”

He, looking bored like always, shrugs at her. “Whatever you say. Seems troublesome to me.”

She shakes her head at him and hopes he reaches puberty soon if only for the fact that when that day comes, he’ll have grown to a height that doesn’t mean constantly getting hit in the face with her chest when they turn a corner and bump into each other. “Sorry again, for hitting you, sir,” she apologizes for the third or fourth time, hoping that with that, the subject will change and they can get back to work.

Instead, he stands there, thoughtful for a moment. “Are you certain they don’t…”

“I’m certain sir.”

He thinks about it a little more regardless, and after a while says, “I suppose, Matsumoto, that after all the times those things have attacked me, with the right training, they could actually be considered a formidable weapon on the battlefield rather than a hindrance.”

She gapes at him a little bit. If he wasn’t so damn serious looking about all of it (and a kid), she thinks she would have slapped him.

“Let’s get back to work, Matsumoto.”

“Ah, yes sir.”

He turns around and continues down the hallway, and she never sees the cheeky little smirk on his face as he does.

END