"Kirie, what on earth is wrong with you?" My short tempered captain glared at me from behind the mountain of papers on his desk.
"I'm- hic- dying, Taichou- achoo!" Genuine tears began to form in my eyes. Maybe it was because of the sneezing, or maybe it was due to the misery of having allergies and the hiccups.
"You're already dead, Kirie." Ouch.
The sneezing died down every now and then, but the hiccups remained, and as such Hitsugaya-taichou's rage steadily built up throughout the day. Later that evening as I was having another sneezing fit, he finally lost his cool. He jumped over his desk, grabbed me by the collar, and unsheathed his zanpakuto to point it at my nose.
"I swear to the Soul King that if you don't stop this hiccuping and sneezing-" His threat was interrupted when I sneezed in his face. I stared at him blankly.
"Taichou, you're not scary," I said. He scoffed at me, clearly insulted by my reaction, or lack thereof.
"I can be terrifying if I want to be!" A roar of laughter sprung from Matsumoto-fukutaichou and myself, filling the room. My captain protested our amusement and made the scariest faces that he could muster up to no avail.
When he finally gave in, he muttered under his breath, "Just you watch – I will scare you one day."