Hitsugaya sighed, somewhat annoyed at this whole situation. Suddenly, after years of hoping, he'd finally become a teen, and rather than a lot of joy and fun like he thought he'd be having, he was stuck with his former captain who was trying to figure out why it happened. Admittedly, he didn't expect to be a captain either so, it kind of balances out.
Isshin had given him some clothing to wear, some old hand-me-downs Ichigo had lying around, since he wasn't exactly certain if Ichigo would be willing to loan him some clothes, but problem was they were a little tight, and Hitsugaya really didn't like tight clothing, as he adjusted the t-shirt, somewhat embarrassed by how much it showed off, just the barest hint of his stomach showing, even as he adjusted his pants. Now he would have been very happy if those could have been looser. It was somewhat uncomfortable at the thought he was weating Ichigo's older boxers, and the fact those were a little tight filled him with equal parts smugness and embarrassment.
The more annoying part was the fact that Isshin only had room in Ichigo's room which led to the current situation, them looking at each other awkwardly, considering Ichigo had seen Hitsugaya nearly naked, and Hitsugaya was wearing Ichigo's old clothes which were a bit too small. The whole situation was simply put, awkward.
Ichigo really didn't expect any of this, considering he was expecting only to be doing training. It was enough that he had managed to learn his dad was a Shinigami, only if by luck since he stayed in his body for once when Grand Fisher tracked him down. He had training to do to fight the Arrancar, and they're wasting their time with this!
"It's not like I wanted to be doing this. I was having a routine day before all of this happened." Hitsugaya countered, reading Ichigo's expressions. Honestly, the kid was like an open book.
"Stop that! I hate it when you Shinigami do that..." He muttered, tic mark on his head.
Hitsugaya sighed as he moved to get up. His muscle rippling under the fabric. "Tch, every Shinigami is trained at how to read basic posture. Perhaps if you actually bothered to learn some stuff about how to be one." Which at that point was enough for Ichigo.
"Why you-!" He shouted, as he ran up to Hitsugaya and grabbed him, lifted him up, and threw him across the room, Hitsugaya wide-eyed with surprise, Ichigo somewhat surprising him with his strength, but he supposed having to live under Isshin... With a rip, he accidentally tore Hitsugaya's shirt off, leaving the teen bare-chested.
"Kurosaki! That's the way you want to play is it?" Hitsugaya shouted, standing up, almost resembling another white-haired ice user famous for stripping as he charged back, using the patented Isshin flying kick on him, sending him hurtling back. While he tried to recover, Hitsugaya marched up and grabbed him by his shirt, "Only fair I return the favor!" And with a tug, he ripped Ichigo's shirt off, leaving both of the two half-naked.
"WELL MY TURN THEN SHORT-STOP!" Ichigo yelled as he grappled against Hitsugaya, both of their muscles tensing, veins somewhat protruding as they tried to come on top. Hitsugaya had centuries of experience fighting, but Ichigo had more experience both in size and from hand-to-hand brawling. It didn't hurt that despite being roughly the same height, Ichigo was more muscled and defined.
It took a while, but sweaty bodies colliding for a long duration of time, until eventually, neither one was able to come out on top, both of them collapsed near one another, out of energy. "Should we... *wheezes* consider it... *coughs* a draw?" Ichigo gasped out, sweat running down his brow.
Thinking about what to do, Hitsugaya figured there was one possible solution he had, based on his experience with Ichigo's clothes. "Ha.... one final challenge..." He wheezed out, somewhat unused to this level of physical exertion. His eyes seemed to shine with some mischief. "Whoever's bigger, wins." He said as he stood up, hooking his thumbs in his jeans, somewhat surprised at his own boldness.
Ichigo looked at Hitsugaya's face, somewhat understanding what he was talking about. He had a secret weapon of his own after all. He figured he might as well use it. He wouldn't usually do this, but he was too caught up in the competition now as he stood up, using one of the nearby rags to wipe his face down. "You're on!"
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