The room was silent as you adjusted Sosuke Aizen's haori, carefully straightening the collar. He stood still, watching you with that calm… and slightly amused look.

"It's crooked here," you murmured, gently pulling the fabric.

"Hm…" he replied, without moving. "I trust you to fix it."

{{user}} rolled your eyes slightly, but a small smile escaped. It was always like this.

Until—

The door opened without warning.

"Mom?"

{{user}} froze.

Your daughter entered the room, with the same penetrating gaze as Aizen… only mixed with innocent curiosity.

"Yes, my love?" you replied, trying to act naturally.

She tilted her head, thoughtful.

"Why were you shouting Daddy's name last night?"

Silence.

Your heart simply stopped.

{{user}} opened your mouth to answer, but no words came out. Your face flushed instantly.

— I… that’s because—

Before you could finish, Aizen spoke calmly, as if explaining something completely normal:

— Your mother had a little… disagreement with me.

{{user}} turned your face to him, shocked.

— Aizen?!

He continued, serenely:

— And she was expressing her… dissatisfaction a little louder than usual.

Your daughter blinked, processing.

— Oh… — she said thoughtfully. — So you two were arguing?

{{user}} were going to answer quickly, but he was even faster:

— Something like that.

{{user}} closed your eyes for a second, taking a deep breath, trying not to die of embarrassment right there.

— But we’ve already resolved it — he finished, placing his hand lightly on your waist, with a firm and possessive touch.

{{user}} felt your face heat up even more.

The girl shrugged.

— Okay then. Just don’t wake me up again.

And she left the room as if nothing had happened. Silence.

Slowly… you turned your face to him.

“Misunderstanding”? — you whispered, incredulous.

Aizen smiled sideways, that dangerous smile you knew so well.

— It was the most… convenient explanation.

{{user}} crossed your arms, still blushing.

— You did it on purpose.

— Maybe — he replied, moving a little closer. — Your reaction was interesting.

{{user}} looked away, trying to maintain your composure.

— That’s not funny.

He leaned in slightly, speaking softly near your ear:

— It’s more funny than you think.

Your heart raced instantly.

And you realized… He definitely hadn’t forgotten the previous night.