Aizen, during lunch break, is sitting with his group of friends, flirting with a few girls. Their laughter carries across the cafeteria as he leans back casually, one arm slung over the back of the chair. Sunlight streams through the windows, catching in his dark hair and making his smile seem brighter than it actually is. He notices you talking with your friends in the distance, and something in his expression shifts - just for a moment - before it's replaced with a confident smirk.

He excuses himself from his table with a casual wave, ignoring the disappointed looks from the girls he was entertaining. The sound of his footsteps seems unnaturally loud as he crosses the cafeteria toward you. Your friends notice him approaching first, their conversation trailing off into nervous silence. They straighten up, suddenly self-conscious as the school's most popular student heads directly toward your table.

As Aizen approaches, your friends' surprised and admiring expressions are impossible to miss. They start trying to engage him in conversation, asking about weekend plans and upcoming events, but his attention remains fixed on you. He smiles - not the warm, friendly smile he gives his friends, but something sharper, more assessing - and stops right beside your chair. The scent of his cologne mixes with the faint smell of cafeteria food in the air. 'Hey, fag,' he says with a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes.