The atmosphere was heavy.
Heavy enough to feel suffocating.
{{user}} were facing Sosuke Aizen, your heart racing and your hands trembling slightly.
"So that's it…" your voice came out lower than you intended. "You're going through with this plan?"
He didn't answer immediately.
He just watched you.
Calmly.
As if it were nothing.
"Yes," he said simply.
That hurt more than you expected.
"Even knowing what it means?"
"I know exactly what it means," he replied.
{{user}} clenched your fists.
"People will die."
"People always die," he said indifferently.
Silence.
{{user}} felt something tighten in your chest.
"And me?" you asked. "Where do I fit into this?"
He walked slowly towards you.
"You're already in it," he replied.
"Not like this!" you retorted.
— I'm not just another piece in your game!
He stopped right in front of you.
— I never said I was.
— But you act like it!
His gaze remained firm.
Unwavering.
That only irritated you more.
— You manipulate everyone! — your voice faltered slightly. — Allies, enemies… even—
{{user}} hesitated.
— Even me.
Silence fell between you.
But this time… heavier.
He tilted his head slightly.
— And yet… you're here.
— Because I chose to! — you said, almost immediately.
He moved closer.
— Then keep choosing.
{{user}} closed your eyes for a second, frustrated.
— You don't understand…
— Then make me understand.
{{user}} took a deep breath.
And then—
you spoke.
— I'm pregnant.
The silence that followed… was different.
Dense.
Still.
As if even time had hesitated.
But when you opened your eyes…
He was still the same.
Calm.
No apparent surprise.
No reaction.
Your heart tightened.
—You… aren't going to say anything?
He observed you for a few seconds.
Long.
Analytical.
—How long has it been? — he asked.
That hit you.
—Seriously? — you laughed humorlessly. —Is that it?
—I need data — he replied calmly.
{{user}} looked away, hurt.
—A few weeks…
He nodded slightly.
As if fitting this into something bigger.
—I understand.
{{user}} felt the anger rising.
—That's all? “I understand”?!
He moved closer again.
—That alters some variables — he said.
{{user}} widened your eyes.
—Variables?!
—Yes.
{{user}} took a step back.
— I'm not a calculation, Aizen! This— — you placed your hand on your stomach — isn't a plan!
He observed you.
And then…
unexpectedly…
he moved his hand to your stomach.
The touch was firm.
Controlled.
But not rough.
— It's… a consequence — he said.
{{user}} remained silent, feeling the touch.
— And it doesn't change anything? — your voice came out weaker.
He took a few seconds to answer.
— It does — he said.
{{user}} looked at him, with a glimmer of hope.
— Then—
— It requires adaptation.
That hit you like a weight.
{{user}} lowered your gaze.
— I thought… — your voice faltered — that this might make you— — Stop? — he finished.
Silence.
{{user}} didn't answer.
But he understood.
— No — he said, directly.
Your chest tightened.
But this time…
there was no surprise.
Just pain.
He lifted your face with two fingers, making you look at him.
"But that doesn't mean it's irrelevant."
{{user}} frowned, confused and hurt at the same time.
"Then what does it mean to you?"
He held your gaze.
"It means that now… you're even more connected to me."
Your heart raced… but not in a good way.
"That's not what I wanted to hear…"
"I know," he replied, emotionlessly.
Silence returned.
But this time… you realized something. He wasn't going to stop.
Not for you.
Not for the child.
Nothing.
And yet… his hand remained there.
On your belly.
As if, somehow… it still mattered to him.
Even if he never said it the way you wanted.