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It’s 3:30 in the afternoon when he hears it. The sound, like clockwork every day for the last two weeks. Aizen is stepping into the shower, ready to wash the long day off of him, his captain’s robe deliberately placed on his bed. The sound of amateur lock picking fades as Aizen steps fully into the shower. He was no fool. The long white robe had been folded neatly, and placed on the centre of his bed waiting for a certain blonde haired lieutenant to finish picking the lock to his captain’s quarters.
Just like yesterday, and the day before, and every day for the two previous weeks, Lieutenant Shinji Hirako would pick the lock, undress, and sit himself on the bed wearing nothing but the robe belonging to his captain. The first time it had happened, Aizen had pitched a fit, barely flustered, demanding his lieutenant was acting out of line, and that he must leave immediately.
Just as clandestinely as he came, Shinji stood up and put his clothes back on, leaving the crisp robe in a crumpled heap on the bed. Aizen took note of the way Shinji seemed to smirk to himself as though he was putting together the pieces of a very intricate plan. Without speaking, Shinji slowly walked to the door, only stopping to peek his head back through the frame with that smirk still plastered on his face before he finally broke the silence.
“One of these days, Sosuke,” he said, before closing the door.
“I’ll see you at dinner, Lieutenant Hirako,” Aizen spoke softly at the closed door in front of him, before grabbing his robe and heading back to the bathroom.
The sixth time it happened was the first time that Aizen had been genuinely flustered at his lieutenant’s behaviour. The sight of Shinji in the usual assumed position of laying on his side was not what was right in front of him. This time, Aizen had a direct view of all of the most private parts of Lieutenant Hirako right on display. It was like Aizen had forgotten how to speak. Shinji was laid back, resting on his elbows with the white robe open and spread across the bed on either side of him. Each time Aizen tried to say something, anything, his mind went blank and his mouth ran dry. The only thing he could do was stare. Whether he was staring from lust, anger, or the fact he might have been entirely uncomfortable with the situation at hand, he was unsure.
“See something you like, Captain?” Shinji spoke slowly, voice low and saccharine. He spoke like a skilled predator, sizing up and admiring his prey. “In case you were unsure, you’re staring.”
Like each time before that, Aizen was intent on turning him down. His plan was to turn back towards the bathroom, ask his lieutenant to be gone by the time he gets out, and tell him that this behaviour needs to stop. Instead, the usually composed captain began crossing the room ever so slowly, heading straight for the bed. He would have done it too, he would have crossed the invisible line on the floor and gently taken the robe off of Shinji. He would have leaned over top of him and kissed him. He would have kissed 100 years of feeling into those lips. The only thing that stopped him was the low chuckle he heard from a few feet away.
“You look like a man in love.”
Those words were enough to snap Aizen out of his daze. He picked up his pace, reaching the bed and looming over Shinji, pausing for a brief moment to take a breath in. Swiftly, he wrapped one fist around the collar of the robe, and the other around Shinji’s wrist, yanking him to his feet. Harshly, he shoved the blonde away from him with a near unnecessary amount of force.
“Put your fucking clothes back on. This is your final warning: do not enter my captain's quarters without permission. Do not strip yourself of your lieutenant uniform, and most importantly,” Aizen’s whole body was heating up as he reached a hand towards his lieutenant, fingers once again curling around the fabric of the captain’s robe, “do not touch my fucking robe.” With a skill he was unsure he had, yet with all of the confidence of his ill placed rage, he managed to rip the robe right off of Shinji’s body before speaking his final words in a tone deep and unfamiliar to himself, “get the fuck out Hirako.”
And just like the times he had left before, Shinji would smirk at him and speak the same words, “One of these days, Sosuke.”
Aizen stood stock still, looking at the door as though he could look through it. Look through it just enough to get another glimpse of Shinji walking the way he does, the subtle swing of his hips, head held high in self assuredness, and no doubt a cocky grin on his face as others whispered about him, wondering why he would come and go from Captain Aizen’s quarters around the same time every day. You look like a man in love. The words Shinji had said were rattling through the expanse inside Aizen’s mind. He swore he could feel the force at which the words bounced off the sides. Swore he could hear the echoes left behind, until quietly they made a home in the place reserved solely for his lieutenant. No sense in him thinking about something he already knew.
Even after the warning, without fail Shinji would pick his lock at 3:30. Even after the warning, Aizen still left his robe folded neatly in the place he always left it, a silent call to Shinji once he entered the room. On the 11th day, Shinji said something that made Aizen take a step back to evaluate exactly what was going on.
“You know,” the lieutenant began, looking down at the belt of Aizen’s robe as he played with it. Moving his fingers slowly, feeling every inch that passed through them. Aizen stood near the bathroom door, his gaze locked to the soft fabric weaving between Shinji’s long fingers, waiting for the rest of what he had to say. They had been standing apart in silence the entire time, and he was glad Shinji broke the heavy silence first. Aizen wouldn’t have known what to say. “I think you think I’m some sort of idiot. You should know by now that I’m not.”
Shinji stood from the bed, looking at Aizen with a soft smirk before going on his own towards where his clothes were folded on the floor. He bent with his knees first, crouching while still wearing the robe. He walked towards Aizen, slipping past him and into the bathroom. When he exited, he was wearing his own uniform, and the captain’s robe was folded with care. He walked over to the bed, placing it in the exact spot where Aizen had always left it for him. Aizen was slightly confused at the lieutenant's change in demeanor today from all of the other days. He willed himself to speak as Shinji was opening the door.
“Lieutenant Hirako wa–” but he was cut off.
“Don’t make a fool of me Aizen.”
The 12th and 13th days had been like every day before the 11th. Shinji picked the lock and laid on his side. He hadn’t laid with the robe open since the first time he had tried it. Aizen would come out of the bathroom, stare at the man in front of him like a useless idiot, and then Shinji would leave and repeat the same words; “one of these days.” Aizen was not stupid, nor did he think Shinji was stupid. The way the lieutenant carried himself was slightly intimidating to the captain. While Aizen carried himself assuredly during combat, and while doing his duties as captain, he wasn’t always so sure of himself behind closed doors. Pretending he felt like a god could only carry him so far. But his lieutenant was nothing like that. Shinji carried himself like he was far beyond sure of everything he did. Aizen had no doubt that Shinji knew how the captain felt, and he was beginning to think that if somebody was looking for a quick fuck, they wouldn’t try it every single day. He made his decision then. Tomorrow. Tomorrow he would take Shinji the way he wanted to. He would pin him to the bed, and mark him from the neck down. 100 years worth of feelings would spill out to the other man.
It was quite possible Sosuke Aizen was a fucking idiot. Despite spending much of his night thinking of all of the ways he planned to pleasure Shinji, when he walked out of his bathroom that afternoon, he froze. Shinji was laying on the bed, his head back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling. His hand was lightly playing with his soft cock, his legs spread. As his eyes moved further upwards, Aizen had noticed Shinji's hair was in a ponytail high up on the back of his head. He didn’t spare Aizen a glance at the sound of the bathroom door opening. If anything, Shinji Hirako for the first time since this strangely sexual breaking and entering habit had started, looked completely and utterly disinterested.
It was Aizen’s turn to speak first.
“Lieutenant Hirako,” he began
“Wow Captain. I’m sitting here, legs wide open on your bed with my hand around my junk and you still call me lieutenant. I want to say I’m shocked but,” Shinji shifted, pulling his hand back so he could rest on both of his elbows to look at his captain, “there really is no surprise here.”
Aizen knew that if he was planning on making a move, it was do or die, right here, right now. He began walking towards the bed, his usual straight path shifting so that he could walk up next to the side of the bed where Shinji had already begun sitting up. When he reached the edge of the bed where Shinji was sitting, he opened his mouth to speak, but a firm hand pressing to his chest destroyed all chances of him saying what he was going to. Shinji continued to push his hand into Aizen’s chest, rising off the bed with each backward step the captain took. When he was standing face to face with his captain, Shinji removed his hand from the chest in front of him, and began tracing a finger upwards and around the curve of Aizen’s shoulder as he moved to stand behind him. Shinji pressed his body into the captain’s back with nothing but the towel around his waist to stop him from feeling every part of the lieutenant. Aizen learned at this moment something he previously did not know; towels are thinner than you think.
Shinji’s lithe arms began to snake around the captain’s waist, and instinctively Aizen moved his arms up to hold his lieutenant’s wrists. It was merely a front. Had Aizen wanted Shinji to stop touching him, his grip would have been a lot tighter, and this was something the lieutenant noticed immediately.
“Oh Sosuke,” he said, voice almost a whisper against Aizen’s neck, right before he dragged his tongue upwards against it in a short line, “for somebody always so quick to get me out of his room, you have a surprisingly light grip on me right now.”
Aizen’s body was heating up. Shinji knew. What he had said on that 11th day was finally settling in and making sense. Before Aizen could make a move, just something to give confirmation that the feeling was mutual, the arms slipped out from his wrists and disappeared from his body. Shinji moved slowly around Aizen, until he was in front of him, but facing the wall with his back turned to the captain. Aizen heard more than he saw at first. The sound of lightly crinkling fabric, before he saw the robe drop off of one shoulder, and then the other shoulder, before falling to the ground. Making no move to pick it up, Aizen began trailing slightly behind Shinji. He had once again felt like a man possessed. As he watched the way Shinji was walking, adding much more than his usual sway of hips, but not enough to look like it was on purpose, and moving almost painfully slowly, Aizen realized something important.
This was a game.
The silence and tension in the room were both thick. As the sound of Aizen’s breathing deepening and quickening began to break the barrier, Shinji laughed. It was dangerous. The laugh was low and breathy, and once more, Aizen felt less like the predator, and much more like the prey. Finally, Shinji had made it to where his clothes were sitting, and right before he bent down fully at the waist, he reached his hand up into his hair and pulled the hair tie out of his ponytail, letting his long blonde hair fall to one side and waterfall over his shoulder. Aizen stared at him in awe as his entire body folded in half. Everything Shinji had to offer was in full view. Shinji peeked past one of his legs and raked his eyes down Aizen’s body before stopping near his midsection, and smirking. Aizen knew what he was looking at as much as he could feel it. He was fully erect, wearing nothing but a towel, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. He dropped the towel from his waist, and Shinji froze once he heard it hit the ground. He was still slightly bent over with his shirt in hand, but made no move to turn around. This managed to spark something in the captain, who began walking over to where Shinji stood.
“Now now, dear Hirako,” he spoke in a voice that dripped with nothing but power and confidence. He watched as Shinji’s body snapped into a full standing position, “Do you really think now of all times is the time to decide you’d like to try a shy persona on for size?”
Shinji did not have time to answer the rhetorical question. Aizen had already crossed the room with his mind made up, and forcefully turned the lieutenant around before pinning him against the wall, using one hand to hold both of Shinji’s arms above his head. From the grip on Shinji’s wrists, Aizen could feel how rapidly the other man’s heart was beating. The two stared at each other for a few moments before Shinji began to quickly lean in, ready to feel the other’s mouth on his own. Aizen was faster, pulling his head back a bit, and exerting more force into his grip on Shinji’s wrists.
“Shinji.”
He listened as the lieutenant’s breath hitched when he spoke his given name. Perfect. Aizen leaned back into Shinji’s space with his whole body, feeling Shinji’s hot skin against his. The feeling of both of their dicks touching was not enough. Aizen used his free hand to grip Shinji’s jaw, before tugging it down to slip his thumb into his mouth. Shinji immediately closed his lips and began to suck lightly on Aizen’s thumb. In response, Aizen rocked slightly against Shinji while pressing his thumb downwards. The warbled sound from around his thumb was delightful. He repeated the action again.
When he removed his thumb from Shinji’s mouth, he held his hand out in between them, the palm facing upwards.
“Spit.”
“I believe you were saying something before you rudely stuck your thumb in m–”
“I said spit Shinji. Are you going to listen or not? I don’t have time or energy to deal with brats,” Another roll of his hips, and another light moan from Shinji, “You spit, or this stops right here.”
Not wanting the moment to end, Shinji obediently spit into the hand of his captain, maintaining eye contact as the slow drop of spit fell from Shinji’s lips and into Aizen’s palm. Aizen reached his hand down between them to get hold of both of their cocks. He gripped the bases hard enough to feel slightly uncomfortable, but definitely more good than bad. He was gauging something he already knew. The lieutenant was perfectly fine with a little discomfort. He began to suck down the side of Shinji’s neck, dotting kisses over harsh red marks.
“As I was saying, Shinji. You are in my captain’s quarters,” He bit over a cluster of marks he had placed near where Shinji’s collarbones met the side of his neck, “And in my captain’s quarters, you listen to my rules.”
Shinji whimpered at the feeling of another bite, before a light suck and gentle kiss were placed on the marks. Aizen had one more thing to say, and this would determine the rest of the event.
“Not only do you listen to my rules, but here, you are mine.”
Aizen would forever wish that he could hear the sound that spilled out of Shinji’s lips, or see the wide eyed look he gave in response, every single day for the rest of his life. He wished, briefly, that he had a third hand, because all he wanted to do was put his hand in Shinji’s hair and grip near his scalp tightly. The friction of their cocks sliding lightly against each other in Aizen’s barely wet hand felt far too good when paired with Shinji’s erratic pulse against the palm of his dry hand. Shinji’s hips bucked forwards, and as if he were afraid of letting go, Aizen’s grip tightened, resulting in a lengthy, deep groan being pulled from him.
He removed his hand from its place on Shinji’s wrists, and at the minor notice of Shinji bringing his arms down, he reached forward, pinning them again.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, Hirako.”
Shinji moaned in response, nodding his head and keeping his eyes locked to Aizen’s. As he brought his hand up to hold Shinji’s jaw, all Aizen could think about was how pretty his lieutenant looked here. Pinned up against the wall, looking at him through star-filled and half-lidded eyes.
“You look like a man in love,” Aizen repeated Shinji’s words from the week prior back to him. He released the grip on their cocks and put his other hand into the lieutenant’s hair, grabbing tightly and pulling his face towards his. Shinji’s lips were soft, and both mens mouths moved with fervor. Aizen brought his hand down to rest across Shinji’s throat, fitting perfectly, almost like a necklace, and that was the final straw for Shinji.
“Are you going to fuck me or what?” Shinji asked, fire in his eyes, boring holes directly into Aizen’s from only centimeters away.
Aizen brought the hand on Shinji’s throat back up to his jaw and leaned in, his lips barely touching Shinji’s, and he spoke, “I think we both know you’re here for more than that.”
With ease from years of strength training and sparring, Aizen picked Shinji up and walked him a few feet before throwing him halfway across the room and onto the bed. Shinji bounced once, twice, and when he was slightly more stable, whipped his head up towards Aizen. The first thing Aizen noticed was how massive the lieutenant's pupils had become. His eyes filled with lust and the slight smirk on his face was begging Aizen to come closer. Shinji’s lips parted to say what was likely a bratty remark, but he hadn’t had the chance to speak. Aizen had crossed the room and was on him in record time, his hips rolling down harshly against Shinji’s.
“Ah– Aiz-ah. Fuck. I need you.” Shinji rasped out as Aizen continued grinding his hips downwards.
“You know, there’s a little thing called patience. It wouldn’t hurt if you learned it.”
“Fuck you. Holy f-fuck, okay,” he began, and Aizen stopped rolling his hips for a moment, looking down at Shinji with his head cocked to the side. “I fucking picked your lock every day for two weeks, sat naked in your smelly ass captain’s robe, and waited for you to finish your shower. Every day. For fourteen days. Fuck you and your patience.”
All Aizen could do at his pouty outburst was laugh, because Shinji did in fact have a point. He began tracing his fingers down Shinji’s chest, bringing them lower and lower, ghosting over his extremely sensitive cock, and stopping just before his hole. Aizen got down from his place above Shinji, and began walking towards his bathroom, not sparing a glance back at the sweaty out of breath man he had left on his bed.
“I’m sorry. Where the fuck are you going Sosuke? How dare you do that and leave me he–”
“If you wanted me to fuck you dry you could have just said something. I figured you were a freak but I didn’t think anyone in their right mind would like that.” Aizen spoke dryly from inside the bathroom, where Shinji could hear slight muffled sounds of drawers being opened and closed. When Aizen returned into view, he threw a small bottle of lube at Shinji, hitting him square in the chest, “I was getting lube, fuck you for thinking I would call you mine and leave. However, I think you should watch your tone in here Lieutenant. I already told you that I don’t deal with brats.”
He was back on the bed now, slotting himself between Shinji’s spread legs, and leaving not so gentle kisses and bites across the inside of his lieutenant’s thighs. Aizen could simply live here, nestled in this little piece of paradise he had been long awaiting. The slight hitching of Shinji’s breath as he continued nipping along the rarely touched skin along the other man’s inner thighs. Shinji could feel Aizen’s warm breath along his thighs before Aizen paused. In reality, the pause could not have been more than two seconds, but it was silent, and it felt like an eternity. A loud moan was torn from the lieutenant’s lips as his back arched off of the bed when he felt Aizen draw out a long, cool breath right over his hole.
“Touch me.” Shinji breathed.
Aizen looked up, making eye contact with Shinji, before huffing out a low chuckle before speaking, “Who died and put you in charge lieutenant?” He asked before bringing his hand up, and using his thumb and forefinger to wrap tightly around the base of Shinji’s growing erection, his other fingers wrapping around the other’s balls. “It sure as shit wasn’t me.”
“If you don’t–”
“You’re being a brat Hirako. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want me to just stop right now. Just let go, and demand you put your clothes back on, and send you on your way. Imagine having to explain why you’re walking around the Seireitei with such an obvious erection in the middle of the afternoon,” Aizen began to remove his hand from its grip on Shinji’s cock. “Is that what you w–”
“No!” Shinji yelled, his voice high and desperate. Immediately, Aizen returned his grip, tighter than it had been before, “Lieutenant. You speak when spoken to, and you always let me finish before speaking over me. These are simple rules. It looks like I may have to remind you of your place.”
Aizen pulled back from his place, sitting up between Shinji’s legs, looking down on him. It was at this moment that Shinji realized the roles had reversed quite some time ago. For as sure of himself as he was each time he stepped foot into Aizen’s captain's quarters. For as sure as he was that he was the predator. Everything he thought he knew was flipped on its head. Looking up at
Aizen from his laid back place on the bed, their eyes connecting, he realized something important. He was the prey.
“Count.” The Captain demanded, bringing his hand down in a hard slap over the bruising marks he had left on Shinji’s inner thighs. The slap was inches away from where his lieutenant’s cock was standing at attention, bobbing slightly with each slap. “Lieutenant. Count.”
“One.” Shinji said obediently, his eyes fixed to the way Aizen’s eyes were hungrily trained on his inner thighs. Aizen brought his hand down again, and again, and again.
“Four,” Shinji whimpered.
“Four. Pathetic. I didn’t expect someone like you to be so pathetic. I assumed at least ten before you would be whimpering underneath me. At least ten before you would flinch as my hand pulled back.” Upon speaking these words, Aizen used his other hand to grip Shinji’s jaw as he leaned forward, using his thumb to pull the lieutenant’s mouth open. When he deemed the gap to be wide enough, he spit in the direction of Shinji’s mouth, deliberately missing by a small distance. “Pathetic, it appears you can’t even do this right.”
Repeating the action again, Aizen spit directly into Shinji’s mouth. As he spit, he admired the way Shinji looked. His head was turned slightly to the side, hair fanned out against the mattress, his eyes half-lidded, and pupils blown wide, with a trail of Aizen’s spit running down his jaw. He looked beautiful. To Aizen, he always did, but this was a new type of beautiful. One for Aizen and Aizen only.
“Let's see if you can do something right,” Aizen said, his hand sliding down Shinji’s jaw, and into his hair at the base of his scalp. With a harsh tug, he pulled the blonde lieutenant up into a sitting position. “Get to the edge of the bed and get on your knees. Stay there and do not move until I say so.”
He then moved backwards off of the bed, Shinji slightly following as he got himself into the position requested of him. Aizen was standing a foot away, just staring down at the bratty lieutenant who was suddenly so eager to listen to him without running his mouth for once. He was admiring his handiwork. The way he already had Shinji coming undone with hardly a few strokes of his cock, and four measly slaps to his thigh. He took a few steps forward, gripping the sides of Shinji’s head and once again meeting his eyes, leaning down.
“Don’t look so stupid Shinji,” he whispered. “I know you know what to do.”
“I’m going to claim what’s fucking mine.”
With those words, Shinji quickly fought against the grip, and moved his head down to capture his captain’s large erection in his mouth, wasting no time in shoving his face down until his nose came flush with dark, neatly trimmed pubes. Aizen’s grip on Shinji’s head tightened as Shinji reached the base and swallowed, his throat convulsing.
“Fuck,” Aizen rasped.
Shinji began to move, pulling his head back, and swirling his tongue around the head of Aizen’s cock, not releasing his mouth. The simple word punched out of the captain was all the encouragement he needed to carry on. He bobbed his head up and down slowly, continuing to toy with the head every so often, and occasionally dragging his tongue along the slit, which was steadily leaking droplets of precum into Shinji’s mouth. As Aizen’s grip tightened again, stilling Shinji’s head, Aizen began to thrust into the lieutenant’s mouth. Slow at first, as if anything could prepare Shinji for the rapid thrusts abusing his throat that followed only moments after. All Shinji could do was moan around Aizen’s cock. His throat tightening around it with each swallow and moan.
“Shinji, lieutenant, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Aizen moaned, pulling his throbbing cock out of his lieutenant’s warm mouth.
“Shame. I thought I was going to swallow.”
A low growl emerged from Aizen’s throat. “Shut the fuck up.” He shoved Shinji back, the blonde toppling backwards on the bed and landing with his legs apart. Wasting no time, Aizen grabbed blindly around the end of the bed for the bottle of lube, keeping one hand in a bruising grip on Shinji’s thigh. Opening the bottle cap, and pouring the lube onto his fingers, he shoved the first one into Shinji’s hole, before he paused. Shinji let out a coy chuckle as he noticed the Captain come to a certain realization.
“You filthy whore. I cannot believe-” He spoke, his eyes dark. “Lieutenant Hirako, what a slut you are. Have you come prepped every day you’ve been here?”
“What do you think Captain?”
“You seem to assume you’ve prepped enough to handle me. Strange, considering you knew nothing of my size until today.”
“Bold of you to assume I couldn’t make a guess.” Shinji laughed lightly, before all other attempts at laughter were halted.
Aizen had quickly thrust into him, burying his cock to the hilt, “I’m going to say this once. You may be nothing but a filthy whore, Lieutenant Hirako, but you do have a brain rattling around in that pathetic head of yours.”
He was thrusting into the lieutenant at a dizzying pace. Hands keeping Shinji’s legs pressed backward towards his chest, allowing him full access. The sounds of skin slapping skin, and loud drawn out moans from Shinji, coupled with deep, growling groans from Aizen filled the room. Aizen shifted slightly, angling himself upwards just a bit more in search of that sweet spot. Shinji’s hips bucked upwards with each cry pulled from him, as Aizen brutally thrust in and out, scraping his prominent cock head on that spot with each movement. With a particularly loud and strangled cry, Shinji lost control. He came in quick spurts, cum covering his chest. Aizen let go of one of Shinji’s legs, and drew two fingers upwards through the white mess, before shoving them into the lieutenant’s mouth.
“You’re obedient when you’re fucked out Hirako. Perhaps I should fuck you more often.”
A whimper came from Shinji’s lips as his head rolled to the side, Aizen’s fingers sliding out of his mouth, completely clean.
“Look at me Lieutenant.” Aizen ordered, as Shinji turned his head back towards his captain, whose thrusts were beginning to slow, his hips stuttering slightly. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum inside of you, and you’re going to take it. Understand?”
Shinji replied with a short moan, his eyes fluttering between halfway open and closed. Aizen took a hold of his jaw, with slightly more force than he intended, and Shinji’s eyes shot open. His pupils were still blown wide as he looked more so through the Captain than at him. Aizen gave a light shake to accompany his firm grip, “Understand?”
“Yes Captain.” Shinji moaned quietly, his body fully becoming overstimulated on the occasional thrust that Aizen would angle at the other man’s prostate.
“Good.”
With a few more shaky thrusts, Aizen was spilling his load into Shinji’s tight hole. Grunts and moans, though quiet, were coming out at rapid fire. His hand leaving the lieutenant's jaw, and tangling gently into his hair. He gave a light stroke to Shinji’s cheek before collapsing next to him. The two laid in pure silence, riding out the remainder of the bliss associated with their post-orgasm highs. Entirely too quickly for Aizen’s liking, Shinji seemed to gather himself, and was crossing the room to put his clothes back on. Without protest or fanfare, Aizen let the other man get dressed, and he watched, breathing heavily as Shinji headed towards the door.
Shinji paused briefly before taking his leave, and spoke, “You don’t have to leave the robe on the bed tomorrow, in case you were wondering.”