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Reader X Toshiro Hitsugaya
The Watermelon Vine
You’re P.O.V.
When would he finally be home? You had waited for so long. The watermelons had ripened and rotted on the vine countless times since he left. You hadn’t even eaten one. You were hoping that he hadn’t either. Before he had left, you had both promised not to eat any until he returned. You were quickly losing hope. Soon you might just give up. But you just couldn’t. You were too stubborn for that. The wait was tearing you apart from the inside out. Defeated, you fall to your knees amid the melon vines.
Hitsugaya’s P.O.V.
I am finally coming home to you. Please wait for me, don’t give up hope. I’m coming (y/n). Have one remaining on the vine for me.
You’re P.O.V.
“(y/n) wake up!!!! There is a letter for you!” You’re (e/c) eyes slowly open. Could it be from him? It couldn’t be. You had given up hope long ago. But there was that one stupid, unlearning part of you that couldn’t help but make you wish. You silently rolled out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. Your mother handed you the letter with a relieved, happy grin on her face. Looking at her questioningly, you took the letter and walked outside toward the watermelon fields. There was no way you wanted her looking over your shoulder as you read it. As you slowly opened the letter, you plopped down amid the green, striped fruit. As you slowly, read the letter, your eyes drink in every word. Your heart begins beating in ways it hasn’t for years. He was finally coming home. You shoot up and are about to sprint back to your house to tell everyone but a hand shoots out and someone’s arm quickly snakes around your waist in an unbroken grip. The arm pulls you back and your back meets with something tough and hard. As you turn your head around in question, your eyes meet with sea green eyes and snow white hair. “(y/n).” he said, with joy in his eyes and voice. He turned you around and crushed you in his arms and buried his face in your hair. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck and place your head on his shoulder. “(y/n),” he murmured. “I missed you so much.” “Where have you been?” you whisper, close to tears. “All that matters is that you’re back in my arms and I in yours,” he whispered contentedly. You break out of his grasp and he looks at you questioningly. You lean down, break a watermelon from its vine, and held it up for him to see. “How about you and me break this in half and finally eat one?” His mouth slowly turns up as it dawns on him what you mean. “Definitely. But first…” he leans toward you and molds his lips to yours. When he finally pulls away, he grins grabs your hand, and pulls you toward the house. “Let’s go, together.” As he pulls you toward the house, both of you laughing, you quietly think in the deepest of your hearts that for now, being together was more than enough.
The Watermelon Vine
You’re P.O.V.
When would he finally be home? You had waited for so long. The watermelons had ripened and rotted on the vine countless times since he left. You hadn’t even eaten one. You were hoping that he hadn’t either. Before he had left, you had both promised not to eat any until he returned. You were quickly losing hope. Soon you might just give up. But you just couldn’t. You were too stubborn for that. The wait was tearing you apart from the inside out. Defeated, you fall to your knees amid the melon vines.
Hitsugaya’s P.O.V.
I am finally coming home to you. Please wait for me, don’t give up hope. I’m coming (y/n). Have one remaining on the vine for me.
You’re P.O.V.
“(y/n) wake up!!!! There is a letter for you!” You’re (e/c) eyes slowly open. Could it be from him? It couldn’t be. You had given up hope long ago. But there was that one stupid, unlearning part of you that couldn’t help but make you wish. You silently rolled out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. Your mother handed you the letter with a relieved, happy grin on her face. Looking at her questioningly, you took the letter and walked outside toward the watermelon fields. There was no way you wanted her looking over your shoulder as you read it. As you slowly opened the letter, you plopped down amid the green, striped fruit. As you slowly, read the letter, your eyes drink in every word. Your heart begins beating in ways it hasn’t for years. He was finally coming home. You shoot up and are about to sprint back to your house to tell everyone but a hand shoots out and someone’s arm quickly snakes around your waist in an unbroken grip. The arm pulls you back and your back meets with something tough and hard. As you turn your head around in question, your eyes meet with sea green eyes and snow white hair. “(y/n).” he said, with joy in his eyes and voice. He turned you around and crushed you in his arms and buried his face in your hair. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck and place your head on his shoulder. “(y/n),” he murmured. “I missed you so much.” “Where have you been?” you whisper, close to tears. “All that matters is that you’re back in my arms and I in yours,” he whispered contentedly. You break out of his grasp and he looks at you questioningly. You lean down, break a watermelon from its vine, and held it up for him to see. “How about you and me break this in half and finally eat one?” His mouth slowly turns up as it dawns on him what you mean. “Definitely. But first…” he leans toward you and molds his lips to yours. When he finally pulls away, he grins grabs your hand, and pulls you toward the house. “Let’s go, together.” As he pulls you toward the house, both of you laughing, you quietly think in the deepest of your hearts that for now, being together was more than enough.
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I like your story, it was so cute and i really enjoyed the emotion that you put into the story.