The Thin Line
by: Shiryu
Hitsugaya Toushiro hates Ichimaru Gin.
He hates him for hurting Hinamori, whom Hitsugaya cherishes.
Hates him for helping Aizen, for dashing all hopes that despite his many oddities and shady behavior, that the man was at least on the right side. Not that Hitsugaya was quite sure which side that was right now.
He hates him for hurting Matsumoto, for being able to rattle his usually unshakable vice-captain.
He hates him for turning his world upside-down the moment he laid eyes on him.
Hitsugaya hates how the silvery-haired captain made his knees go weak, rages silently at him as the simple brush of their sleeves in the hallways of Seireitei sends goose bumps through his arm.
He hates him for throwing all of it away – all the almost-kisses, all the touches that were just a little too intimate to be normal, everything that represents their twisted shadow of a relationship.
Most of all, Hitsugaya hates Gin for leaving him with a broken heart, without so much as a good-bye.
Yes, Hitsugaya Toushiro hates Ichimaru Gin.
But there’s a thin line between love and hate.
Owari.
