Sakura-ane-san

Hitsugaya Toshirou is short. Very short. Short to the tenth power as one of his subordinates had once put it. Saying he was short for his age would have been an understatement of Rukongai-sized proportions. Alright so maybe only Seireitei-sized but you get the point. At fifty-plus years of age his height of 4'4" bordered on ridiculous. As a side note the shinigami who discovered and later disclosed this little bit of information to you refused to reveal their identity for fear of being demoted due to your habit of blurting out whatever was on your mind at the moment. Even Soi Fon had him dwarfed by a good seven inches! You would know, after a

You dear reader, are late. Very late. Way too late for comfort. What are you late for? You my good woman, are late for work. Now this isn’t anything new. You were frequently two to five minutes late and the most that has ever happened was being whacked with a folder by Hitsugaya or tickled by Matsumoto. And often neither of them noticed, everyone else in the division has gotten to the point where they know they’re not really late until they get to work after you. Now what makes today’s lateness so special? Well for one thing there’s how horrendously late you are today. Thirty frickin’ minutes. A whole half hour for h