"My eyes—ouch!" Aizen murmured from the kitchen doorway, dramatically covering his face before sheepishly turning to walk away as if he had just witnessed something he absolutely was not meant to see.
Alina turned beet red almost instantly and, out of pure embarrassment, clumsily wrapped her arms around Damian from behind. Damian burst into laughter, the sound deep and unrestrained as it filled the kitchen. The warmth in his voice made her smile despite herself. Her arms tightened around him as she stayed there, hiding her face against his back as though that would somehow erase what Aizen had seen.
"Alina," Damian called softly after a moment, beginning to shuffle around the kitchen with her still clinging to him as though he were her anchor and the only thing keeping her steady.
