The Pain of having a heart (Sosuke Aizen x reader) [Wattys 2016]

Thirty-second Act, The world of the living (part three)

Dedicated to Shirosakii , OtakuGirlyy , and Aizen_Sousuke12 .Thank you so much for your support! :)

I opened my eyes, seeing daylight shine through the large window. Morning already? And it seems like Aizen woke up early. His side of the bed is empty.

And what was that good smell? It's coming from the kitchen...I got out of bed and stood up, following the scent.

"Hand me the salt."

"Yes, Aizen-sama."

Huh? We have guests? But judging from the other's voice...it was a man. Who was helping Aizen cook breakfast?

When I got to the kitchen, I saw Ulquiorra handing him a small bowl of teriyaki sauce. He poured it over the chicken.

But that's not what's weirding me out. It was the aprons that they were wearing. 'Kiss the cook' was spelled out in bold letters.

"Pfffffft- AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" I said, hugging my stomach. Aizen has never looked so ridiculous in my life.

"Oh, good morning (name). Did you sleep well? Breakfast is almost ready." He said, smiling at me.

"Ahahaha!!! Can you- ahahahahaha!! Change your- ahahahahaha!! Apron?!" I said, trying not to laugh so hard that the whole building would hear it.

"This is the only apron they have available. All regular aprons are being used in the hotel kitchen." He said, moving the large cutlet around the pan with his chopsticks so it would be cooked.

"You two look ridiculous!!! Take it off!!!" I yelled.

"And spill oil or sauce on my clothes? Aprons are important for keeping your clothes clean." He said.

Ulquiorra handed him the lid for the frying pan and he covered it, leaving it to cook on its own.

I hugged him from behind, burying my face on his back. "Come on, take it off. And it's freakin' pink too!!! Don't be so vain!!!"

He started to walk and I just clung on to him, begging him to take off the ridiculous pink 'kiss the cook' apron.

But then I glanced at his leg. "Are you alright? You're limping."

He glanced at me then chuckled. "Impressive. I hid it very well but you still noticed it. Are you really that perceptive?"

"Guess so...how did you get hurt anyway?" I asked.

"Had a bad fall." He said, pouring some tea into a mug before sitting down on the couch.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, really? Something undignified as that happened to you?"

He sipped some tea and set it down on the small table beside the sofa. "I hate to admit, but yes. Hurt my leg in the process, so...there you have it."

At first, I believed him, but of course...something was awfully fishy about it. "Are you sure you're telling me the truth, Aizen~?"

He pinched both of my cheeks and stretched them. "Still not believing me, hm? Come on. It is the truth."

"Owowowowow! Aizen, stop that!" I yelled, trying to reach for his own cheeks so I can mess with them.