The battlefield was in chaos.

Spiritual explosions, wreckage… screams.

{{user}} could barely stand.

Your body was already at its limit, your breathing heavy, blood slowly trickling down your arm.

{{user}} didn't want to be there.

But you came anyway.

And now…

maybe it was too late.

— Damn it… — you murmured, trying to raise your sword again.

The enemy advanced.

Too fast.

{{user}} tried to react— but your body wouldn't respond.

For a second…

you thought it was the end.

Until—

something changed.

The spiritual pressure in the air became… overwhelming.

Heavy.

Dominating.

The enemy stopped.

{{user}} did too.

Your heart raced.

Because you knew this.

{{user}} knew it very well.

— You remain reckless.

The voice came calmly.

Cold.

Unmistakable.

The attack coming towards you simply… stopped. Undone.

As if it had never existed.

Your eyes widened slowly.

And then—

you saw.

Sosuke Aizen.

Standing.

Intact.

His gaze fixed on the enemy… as if nothing there was worthy of concern.

—Aizen…—your voice came out almost as a whisper.

He didn't even look at you immediately.

He just took a step forward.

—Disappear—he said.

And, in the next instant— the enemy was destroyed.

Effortlessly.

Without a fight.

Silence.

The surrounding field seemed to stop for a second.

Your breath caught in your throat.

And then your body gave way.

{{user}} fell to your knees.

Before touching the ground— an arm held you.

Firm.

Secure.

{{user}} blinked slowly, trying to focus.

Him.

Holding you.

"You're in a deplorable state," he commented, looking at your wounds.

{{user}} let out a weak laugh.

"Good to see you too…" He finally looked directly at you.

And, for a brief moment… his gaze shifted.

More focused.

More… personal.

"You almost died," he said.

"I noticed…" you replied, with difficulty.

Your hand slowly rose… gripping his clothes, as if needing to confirm he was really there.

"You're back…"

"Temporarily," he corrected.

{{user}} smiled weakly.

"Still…" Your body weighed more heavily against him.

"You took your time…"

Silence.

He held you more firmly, preventing you from falling completely.

"I arrived just in time," he replied.

"Conceited…" you murmured.

He ignored the comment.

His eyes quickly scanned your wounds.

Calculating.

"You shouldn't be here," he said.

— I know… — you closed your eyes for a second — but I couldn't stay still…

He was silent.

And then— he pulled you a little closer.

— Irrational.

But the tone…

wasn't completely cold.

{{user}} rested your head lightly on his chest, exhausted.

— I missed you…

The words came out almost without force.

But true.

The silence that followed was different.

Heavier.

He didn't answer immediately.

But he didn't move away.

— You're still clinging to unnecessary things — he said finally.

{{user}} laughed weakly.

— And you're still lying badly…

A short silence.

And then—

you felt it.

His hand lightly squeezing your arm, holding you more carefully.

— Don't die — he said.

Simple.

Direct.

But heavy.

{{user}} opened your eyes slowly, looking at him.

— Was that a request…? He held your gaze.

"Consider it an order."

{{user}} smiled, even though you were tired.

"Still bossing me around…"

"Always," he replied.

Your body relaxed a little more against him.

And, for the first time since he appeared…

you felt safe.

Even in the midst of the chaos.

Even with everything happening.

Because he was there.

And that…

somehow…

still meant everything.