Time passed… but not the way you wanted.

Since Sosuke Aizen was sealed away by the Soul Society, everything in you remained… incomplete.

Anger.

Frustration.

And a longing you never admitted aloud.

{{user}} didn't participate in the war.

{{user}} refused.

Not out of fear… but because you didn't want to fight for a system that took him from you.

But then—

{{user}} heard.

During the war against Yhwach…

They freed Aizen.

Your heart raced instantly. Without thinking— you ran.

The corridors were destroyed, scarred by battle.

But you didn't stop.

{{user}} didn't hesitate.

Until you felt.

His presence.

Strong.

Unmistakable.

{{user}} stopped.

And there he was.

Standing.

Thinner… some marks still visible… but the gaze— the same.

Cold.

Calm.

Superior.

And yet… incredibly familiar.

“It took a while,” he said, as if he already knew you were coming.

His breath hitched.

“You…” his voice came out weaker than he intended, “were released…”

“Temporarily,” he corrected.

{{user}} took a few steps forward, your eyes analyzing every detail of him.

“You’re different…”

“I’m restrained,” he replied.

Silence fell between you.

But it wasn’t empty.

It was charged with everything that had been trapped for so long.

“I didn’t go,” you said suddenly.

He raised an eyebrow slightly.

“I didn’t go to war,” you finished. “I refused.”

He watched you.

More attentive now.

“Why?”

{{user}} let out a weak laugh.

“Because I was angry.”

One step.

Closer to him.

“Angry at them…” your voice softened, “and at you too.”

He didn’t move.

But his gaze… became more intense. — And yet… you came.

{{user}} stopped right in front of him.

— Of course I came.

Silence.

Your eyes met his.

— I missed you.

The words came out easier than you expected.

But heavier too.

He stared at you for a few seconds.

Long seconds.

As if he were analyzing if it was true.

— Feelings don't change facts — he said. Your chest tightened.

— I know.

{{user}} took a deep breath.

— But they haven't changed how I feel.

A short silence.

And then— he moved closer.

Slowly.

Until he was close enough for you to feel his presence again.

Real.

— You're still the same — he murmured.

{{user}} looked up.

— And you're still annoying.

A slight smile appeared on his lips.

— Consistent.

{{user}} hesitated for a second…

and then brought your hand to his face.

Touching.

As if you needed to be sure.

He didn't pull away.

"I thought I'd never see you like this again…" you said softly.

He gently held your wrist.

"And yet… I'm here."

Your heart raced.

"For how long?"

Silence.

This time… heavier.

"Enough," he replied.

{{user}} frowned.

"That's not an answer."

"It's the only one needed."

{{user}} let out a frustrated sigh.

"You haven't changed at all…"

"I've changed what's necessary," he said.

{{user}} were silent for a moment.

And then… you gave a small, sad smile.

"I still love you."

The words hung in the air.

Heavy.

True.

He didn't answer immediately.

But his gaze…

didn't waver.

"That makes things… more interesting," he finally said.

{{user}} chuckled softly.

"You're impossible."

He leaned in slightly, bringing his face closer to yours.

"And yet…" A pause.

"You ran to me."

Your heart raced.

But this time… you didn't deny it.

Because deep down— even after everything… you never stopped being his."