Dancing Lessons by PhilosiphicalCheese, literature
Literature
Dancing Lessons
"No."
"But Hitsugaya-kun!"
"I said NO!" Folding his arms over his chest, Hitsugaya Toushirou attempted to glare at his childhood friend, and failed miserably. The white-haired genius doubted anyone could glare at Hinamori when such a pitiful puppy-dog look had found its way onto her features. He doubted it highly. He couldn't even manage to correct her on his name when she was looking at him with such a face; how could he -glare- at her? He settled for scowling at the wall behind her ear.
Sighing, the dark haired Hinamori Momo brushed a lock of hair away from her face, putting her hands on her hips and looking down at her friend. He was so