The room was enveloped in a silence broken only by your breathing.

{{user}} held Sosuke Aizen's arm, clearly affected, while he kept that intense gaze fixed on you.

"You need to be quieter," he murmured, his voice low, close to your ear.

{{user}} grimaced, half embarrassed, half annoyed.

"It's not that easy…"

A slight smile appeared on his lips, clearly pleased with your reaction.

But before anything could continue—

A soft cry echoed through the room.

{{user}} both stopped.

Your daughter.

{{user}} turned your face away immediately.

"She woke up…" you murmured.

Before you could move, Aizen had already moved away, grabbing a nearby towel and calmly standing up, even with the situation.

{{user}} stared at him, surprised… and a little distraught.

"Seriously?" you complained, still breathless. "Right now?"

He didn't answer immediately. He simply adjusted the towel around his waist, his gaze already fixed on the door.

The crying intensified.

More urgent.

More needy.

"Priorities," he said simply.

{{user}} crossed your arms, pouting.

"I'm a priority too."

He paused for a second… and looked at you over his shoulder.

Even then, his gaze was still firm.

"And that's exactly why I can step away for a moment," he replied calmly.

{{user}} huffed, clearly annoyed.

"You're no good…" A slight smile appeared on his face.

"You can keep complaining later."

And then he left the room.

{{user}} stood there, still irritated… but hearing the crying gradually subsiding from afar.

Curious, you ended up getting up and going to the door, peeking discreetly.

There he was.

Holding the little one carefully—surprisingly naturally—while gently rocking her.

"That's enough," he murmured, his voice lower than you'd ever heard. "There's no reason for all this fuss."

The baby gradually calmed down.

{{user}} stood there, observing the scene. The same cold, calculating man…

Now there.

Taking care of your daughter.

As if it were the most natural thing in the world.

He noticed your presence without even needing to look directly at you.

"Aren't you coming back?" he asked.

{{user}} crossed your arms, leaning against the wall.

"Now I've even lost the will to."

He let out a soft sigh.

"Dramatic."

{{user}} rolled your eyes.

"Your fault."

He finally looked at you… still holding the baby, now calmer.

"Finish resting," he said. "I'll take care of her."

{{user}} were silent for a second.

And then… a small smile appeared.

"You're strange…" you murmured.

"I know," he replied. And somehow…

that only made everything more… his.