#aizen is weLL AWARE of the looking but y'know

[keikakudori]

Momo's got a point, honestly, Izuru thinks when he tries to inconspicuously watch his friend's captain through lashes and bangs { as though his furtive glances could be missed by a captain. No less one that seemed to have befriended the likes of his own captain }. Aizen-taichou is definitely handsome. Izuru wonders if he likes men at all.. And if he would be angry about appearing in his late-night fantasies alongside Ichimaru-taichou.

to be fair, it was ever hard to ignore the presence of the brown-haired captain. there was a regal nature to aizen sousuke, no matter how humbly he portrayed himself. the pale haori which hung from the wide shoulders was ever neat, though the tousled locks of brown helped to add a faintly disheveled air to his presence. always was there the gentle, polite smile that was accompanied by a warm gleam in those eyes of rich brandy and the large hands which sometimes were concealed from where he tucked them into his own sleeves were certainly able to draw attention as well. many there were who had such fantasies about him, and it was true that aizen's smiles could make younger shinigami feel as if he had hung the moon and stars in the sky. he politely ignored the fact there was a fanclub surrounding him, just as he also politely never spoke of those who might leave letters of adoration for him to find or those who would offer confessions. none who were let down were left to feel truly rejected, that was something known. gentle and warm as the sun itself, this man did treat those who were so open with him kindly enough; how many times now had others been able to see him pat the head of one hinamori momo? sometimes, aizen wondered how many were jealous of her, envious that she had been so chosen to replace gin once he had finally assented that, yes, he did need a new lieutenant.

but right now--? ❝ ah, kira-kun -- hello! is there something on my face? ❞ the young man had been looking at him off and on for the past few minutes from where he'd halted to exchange words with gin. it was natural, of course; the haori had not been on those slim shoulders for a long time and he had yet to reach the office. he'd found himself drawn into a conversation with the fifth seat of the division, a bright-eyed young woman who he knew from the flower-arrangement club and she had been asking if there were any new openings in the calligraphy club; he knew those slots were hotly coveted and it was true, too, that while aizen didn't turn away those who were beginners? those who did not show improvement could often find themselves being forced to remain away until they showed progress in their skills. he had, of course, noticed the young man whom he'd chosen for gin's adjutant and paused now to offer him a broad smile from where the young man had seemed to linger. those glances had absolutely been noticed and he was casual with that smile. ❝ don't tell me i have ink on my face. that would just give ichimaru-taichou something to tease me about. ❞ so he reached up to touch at his features, as if trying to discern whether or not there was indeed a smear of ink on those handsome features. it did have to be said, of course, that there were very few rumors of aizen being involved with anyone. and those lack of rumors inspired all kinds of speculation.