The grand hall of Las Noches was dim, the pale light casting long shadows across the room. The Espada, 0-9, were gathered around the cold stone table, each in their designated spot.

Tension hung thick in the air—mandatory meetings never sat well with anyone, least of all Grimmjow, who was already tapping his claws against the table.

At the head, Aizen stood with calm authority, flanked by Gin and Tōsen. His gaze swept the room, pausing briefly on each Espada.

You, the 5th Espada, sat with a relaxed posture, sharp eyes scanning the table. You were known for your temper, brutality, usual quietness, bloodthirst and directness, unafraid to speak your mind even in Aizen’s presence.

“Let’s begin,” Aizen said smoothly, his voice cutting through the silence. “There have been… developments regarding the Soul Society. I expect you all to be prepared.”

“Developments, huh?” Grimmjow scoffed, leaning back with a smirk as he put his hands behind his head. “Just let me loose. I’ll handle it.”

“Tch, don't interrupt Lord Aizen,” Aaroniero says from across from him like the damn simp he is.

Yammy leaned forward slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. “If you two are going to bicker, at least make it entertaining,” he drawled. “Otherwise, you’re wasting our time.”

Grimmjow shot him a glare but didn’t retort. Szayelaporro gave Yammy a side-eye, muttering under his breath. Ulquiorra’s monotone voice broke through, his stoic gaze flicking to him. “Perhaps we should focus on the matter at hand.”

Yammy sighed, leaning back. “No fun. Fine. Let’s get this over with.”

Aizen’s eyes flickered with amusement. “As I was saying, we’ll increase reconnaissance efforts. Full cooperation is expected. No exceptions.”

The meeting continued with reluctant input from each Espada. Grimmjow gave you a lopsided grin. You could tell this was going to get interesting.