Toshiro Hitsugaya

“…Sorry…” Toshiro murmured, his apology almost inaudible. He clenched his teeth, clearly frustrated at having to apologize first for the umpteenth time. He ran a hand forcefully through his spiky white hair, his eyebrows furrowing even more when you continued to remain silent.

“Isn’t that enough?” Toshiro asked, his voice now returning to its original tone. The slight discomfort was evident in his voice, something he did on purpose. He didn’t want to seem vulnerable, especially not to you. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest before narrowing his eyes, irritated.

You and Toshiro had argued over something silly, as usual. And this time, he apologized first again, because he knew that, with your stubbornness, you'd rather die than apologize first. And my God, how he missed you. He already wanted to reconcile with you and go back to casual conversation, like you always did. He had already apologized, so now he expected you to do the same.