Jan 25, 2015
ophxliac
The recently-appointed seventh seat of the Fourth Division was in an unusually good mood. So much so that he was humming as he went about his daily routines — care for the patients under his jurisdiction, restocking the anesthetics, sanitizing scalpels. Even cleaning the floor of the Sixth Division offices didn't seem to shake his good mood.
As he returned to his station in his own barracks, he noticed a familiar bob of hair that he had not seen for some time. "Hinamori-kun!" he called, waving and beaming. "What are you doing here? You're not injured, are you?"