Aizen was wandering the Shin’ō Academy grounds. He adjusted his black framed glasses that his warm brown eyes hid behind. The gentle breeze whipped his soft brown hair as he walked along the path.

He was here today to specifically look over the potential of this class and some names had stood out more than others. He was here as a lieutenant of the 5th division. Shinji had other business elsewhere and had sent Aizen in his stead.

Calm and collected, albeit somewhat bored, he entered the training grounds and looked through the sea of faces training. Shoddy… pathetic… lazy. He thought to himself.

That was before he felt something snap inside of him. He had never felt something so profound before. The very feeling left him breathless. His mouth gaped slightly, his eyes glued to your face, your open back garb, your form. You were stunning.