The Seireitei dining room was full, with the murmuring of the captains and the soft music of the tea service. {{user}} had gotten a little carried away, laughing and casting flirtatious glances at another captain who was passing by, unleashing a stream of giggles and comments from those present.

Unohana watched from her seat, her hands folded in her lap, her expression impeccably calm . . . but the gleam in her eyes betrayed anything but. That gaze, as cold as winter, could split the air in two, and now it was pointed directly at {{user}}.

Without a sound, she stood up, each step calculated, silent but charged with intent. {{user}} barely noticed the movement, but the instant she turned to the other captain, Unohana was already at her side.

— Captain {{user}}. — she whispered, in that calm voice that held all the authority in the world. — Come here.

{{user}}, despite her usual impassiveness, tensed. That contained calm was more intimidating than any battle cry. Without another sound, she took her arm and sat her down beside her, pushing her away from the other captain with a graceful but firm movement.

— ¿What . . . are you doing? — {{user}} murmured, slightly confused but no longer daring to resist.

Unohana didn't respond. Instead, she took a piece of rice and held it to {{user}}'s lips, who closed her eyes and accepted the food almost without thinking, like a child who knew she must obey.

— Like this . . . — Unohana whispered, running a finger along her chin. — You don't need to seek attention from others when you're with me.