The aroma of food filled the kitchen as Sosuke Aizen cooked with his usual calm.

Every movement of his was precise.

Controlled.

As if even that were part of some plan.

And you…

sitting there, watching… became increasingly restless.

"You take this too seriously," you commented.

"Everything I do deserves attention," he replied, without even looking at you.

{{user}} rolled your eyes.

"Even cooking?"

"Especially."

{{user}} sighed, getting up from your chair.

"You're impossible…"

Without thinking much… you approached him from behind.

And then—

you squeezed his butt.

In that same instant, you froze.

Your eyes widened slightly, surprised by what you had just done… and by the sensation.

— … — silence.

{{user}} stood there, still, your hand there for a second longer than you should have.

— …that was impulsive — you murmured, almost to yourself.

His hand stopped mid-movement.

Slowly…

very slowly… he turned his face over his shoulder, staring at you. His gaze?

Calm.

But dangerous.

— It was — he confirmed.

{{user}} removed your hand from his butt, a little embarrassed… but still trying to maintain your composure.

— I just… got curious.

A brief silence.

He calmly turned off the stove… as if he had all the time in the world.

— Curious.

{{user}} crossed your arms, feigning nonchalance.

— Yes.

He turned his body completely now, facing you.

The height difference, the proximity…

made your heart race a little.

— And did you reach any conclusion? — he asked.

{{user}} looked away for a second… and then answered, too honestly:

— Yes.

A pause.

— It’s… soft.

Silence.

And then—

a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I understand."

{{user}} felt your face heat up.

"Don't make a big deal out of it!"

He took a step forward.

"You started it."

{{user}} took a half-step back, but didn't go far.

"It was thoughtless…"

"I noticed."

His tone was low.

Almost amused.

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

"Be careful with impulses like that," he murmured. "They can have consequences."

Your heart raced.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Warning you."

{{user}} tried to hold his gaze… but felt a little awkward.

"And what would the consequence be?" His smile widened slightly.

"I could reciprocate."

{{user}} froze.

"No need—" Too late.

He moved closer, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"Now you're hesitating," he commented.

{{user}} looked away.

— Shut up…

He let out a low laugh.

— Interesting.

{{user}} huffed, turning your face away.

— I was just bored.

— Not anymore — he replied.

And somehow… you knew.

He had liked it more than he let on.