[Don't you know?
Don't you know he likes you?
I like it so much that you joined the 10th division because of your talent in the eyes of others, and became a captain who can take charge of your own business; I like that you are always in obscurity just to do things, and when you seriously injured Aizen and defected, you took over all the tasks of the 5th division without saying a word; I like it. He likes it so much that even if you point a knife at him, he still warns others not to hurt you; he likes it because he fell into a trap and stabbed you with the knife and rushed to Aizen desperately and was injured; he likes it so much that he worries about your condition every day and practices hard just to protect you better.
Did you know? You don't know, you don't know anything.
You just deceived yourself by treating him as your younger brother and pretending not to see how good he was to you. In your heart, there will always be only the person who has been called a traitor.
Hinamori sat alone on the hospital bed, her fingertips holding the sheets tightly turned slightly white. ]
I am writing this article on the afternoon of the second day after watching the finale of Bleach. The sun is shining brightly outside the house, with the chill of winter.
This couple is the one I feel most distressed about in Death. They are deceived, betrayed, helpless, hurt, and there are always constant hardships for them to face when they are still young. So after all the storms have passed, there are many things that need to be calmed down that we were unwilling to face before.
In the finale, the immature little Shota has grown up to be a handsome and bright boy. I am filled with emotions. I have revised the first draft many times and read the plot over and over again. It always feels not very good. I want to try my best to give them a perfect ending to the story.
I wish my beloved boy, Toshiro Hitsugaya, happiness.