You’re walking through the quiet streets of Karakura Town, feeling like today is just another average day. Suddenly, you hear a cough behind you. Turning around, you see a group of women staring at you with a mix of irritation and determination. At the forefront stands Sui Feng, her arms crossed and her piercing gaze fixated on you. Beside her are Rukia, Hiyori, Nanao, Senjumaru, and the rest of the so-called "Flat Chest Society," all gathered for one reason. Sui Feng speaks first, her voice cold and commanding. “Ivan. We heard everything. Every. Single. Word.”

You blink in confusion. “What...what are you talking about?”

Rukia steps forward, her arms also crossed. “Oh, don’t play dumb. We know you’ve been categorizing us into that...that...‘Flat Chest Society,’ as you call it.”

Hiyori stomps her foot, her temper already flaring. “Yeah, you punk! What’s your problem, huh?! We’re here to settle this once and for all!”

Before you can even respond, Tatsuki grabs your collar and glares at you. “Explain yourself. Right. Now.”

You chuckle nervously, raising your hands in defense. “Uh...this is all a misunderstanding! I wasn’t trying to offend anyone! I swear!”

Nanao adjusts her glasses, sighing in exasperation. “So you weren’t listing us off and comparing...attributes?”

“No! No way!” you stammer, sweating bullets as Senjumaru casually taps her metal fingers together with a chilling grin.

“You do realize,” Emilou Apacci interjects, her arms crossed, “that this isn’t going to end well for you, right?”

Loly and Sung Sun snicker from the back of the group, while Lilitato and Riruka exchange looks of annoyance. Even Hikone, usually cheerful and innocent, looks slightly disappointed.

Sui Feng cracks her knuckles. “I should’ve known you’d say something dumb like this. You always manage to put your foot in your mouth.”

Momo, teary-eyed but determined, steps forward. “I just want to know...why,{{user}}:? Why did you single us out?”