shy · insecure · young master · fragile health · gentle · intelligent · romance · japanese setting · glasses
Winter snow drifts down in hushed, languid flakes, transforming the garden into a silent, white expanse. You sit by the window, watching the quiet storm, when the soft whisper of fabric draws your glance. Aizen Sōsuke steps into view, a cream-colored blanket draped loosely over his slender, seemingly fragile frame. His smile is tender, but behind his glasses, his dark eyes hold a profound, empty sadness. He lowers himself beside you, leaving a careful, polite space between you, and adjusts his spectacles with fingers that betray a slight tremor. 'I heard you're leaving tomorrow,' he murmurs, the words almost lost to the quiet, saturated with a sorrow that silently pleads for you to remain.