Spring was upon them, but it had been snowing heavily nonetheless, which did not make getting to college easier for anyone. Certainly not Komo at any rate, as the poor teen had been forced into a pair of thick winter boots, a heavy office trench coat and gloves with wool on the inside. Practically knee deep in snow the young man hauled himself past the college doors and into the corridor, his orange orbs peeping over a green scarf wrapped around his jaw and lips.
"What happened to you?" Klara asked, seeing her older brother wander past stiffly.
"Dad wouldn't let me leave without at least six layers on." came his muffled voice. Stopping by his locker the young man unravelled his scarf and hung it up on a hook on the inside of the door, his hands being opened and shut once he plucked off his gloves. In rapid succession the warmth of the college was beginning to get to him, as he tried to get as many jumpers off as possible.
In awe Klara watched as he took off the fifth and final layer of fabric keeping him warm, revealing his college jacket and tie that was concealed underneath.
"What?" Komo asked, folding the last jumper and putting it inside his locker.
"Nothing." his sister chuckled, holding her books against her chest as she turned to look at the doors. "Ah, the princes are here." she gasped, while Komo merely glanced at her and then up.
Everyone was gawking and gasping now, even the guys seemed to be fawning over the sight of the group coming up the corridor.
"Who are they?" he asked casually, seemingly the only person not affected by their beautiful features and well kept hair.
"Their faces are practically everywhere, some of them even have modelling careers, you should recognise them." Klara whispered, blushing at Byakuya. "Oh, I wish I could be introduced." she squealed, while the raven haired teen simply mumbled and rolled his eyes.
Without really meaning it he had come into eye-contact with one of them, and they seemed to stare at each other for a moment before he spoke.
"Hey." he spoke up, slightly surprised that they responded to his gesture for attention. Klara on the other hand did not seem pleased by this in the slightest, and had began to squirm on the spot.
"Proposing to one of us?" Aizen asked, raising his eyebrow slightly. Komo on the other hand lolled his eyes off of him and looked at the group as a collective whole. "This is Klara, my sister. She's a big fan." the teen stated bluntly, while she only gasped and ducked away behind her book out of sheer embarrassment.
Having informed them Komo shut his locker and began to wander off with his tome like subject books in hand, while his sister just stood there like she had been frozen by the icy wind coming through the entrance door.
"Who was that?" Byakuya asked, glancing between the group before he looked at Klara. The young blonde did not speak though, she simply made a strange gargling noise and darted off after her brother with her head down.
Having caught up to him Klara smacked him over the back of the head and glared.
"What the hell were you thinking?" she snapped, trying to remove the beaming blush from her face.
"You wanted me to introduce them to you, so I did." he explained, rubbing the back of his head with a frown.
"Not like that! You don't even know them." she groaned, squeezing her books again. "How am I going to face Byakuya for the valentines day disco now?" she asked, looking at her feet.
"He's taking you?" Komo asked, pausing by his classroom door.
"No, but now he probably wont even let me ask!" she sighed.
"Ask him anyway, maybe he'll say yes." he spoke, watching her walk towards her own class down the hall.
"I doubt it, you've probably ruined my chances." she moped, seeing her friends queuing up to get inside as well.
Doodling in his jotter Komo mumbled to himself as he occasionally looked out the window at the heavy snow, it seemed to be getting worse by the minute and by break no one wanted to leave the college to venture to the shops. Wandering aimlessly Komo found that all his usual sitting places were taken, leading him further and further up into the inner recesses of the college until eventually he found himself lost.
Peering around Komo pouted ever so slightly but was glad to have found a seat that was empty, the entire corridor seemed to be vacant actually. Sitting down Komo slid his gaming device out of his pocket and turned it on.
"Welcome back, Komo." Professor Baton stated, making him smile a little. "Your game play is at fifty-one percent." he added once Komo chose the slot he wanted to play on.
Now that he had his free period he had the benefit of hunching over his lap and clicking buttons rapidly with his large headphones stuck over his ears without a care. He had not seen anyone for a good hour now, making him all the more relaxed as he nibbled on the scarf that he had put back on after his morning class.
"I said, what are you doing here!" snapped a gruff voice, while someone's hand pulled his headphone away from the side of his head. Snapping it back it made Komo's head tilt to the side slightly as he paused the game and slowly looked up.
"Oh." he uttered, realising he had been found by one of the several college tearaways. "I'm on my free period." the teen spoke, pulling his headphones down onto his shoulders.
"You're always hunched over that stupid thing." the blue haired punk stated, sitting down beside him.
"I find it relaxing." Komo explained, saving his place and putting it away.
Grimmjow had picked on him when he had first started at the college, but for some reason he eventually stopped and had began simply talking to him, and on the odd occasion, hanging out with him. Komo was not quite sure why, but he had a feeling that Grimmjow had gotten bored of beating him up every time he tried to stick up for someone else the punk was hunting.
"Who are you going to that disco with?" Grimmjow asked, reclining back against the wall with his arms crossed behind his head.
"No one, I think I'll just stay home." he replied, turning in his seat so he could face him.
"Where's the fun in that?" the taller teen grunted, yawning slightly.
"Why would I want to go on my own?" Komo asked, hitching his brow a little.
"Come and get drunk with me." he suggested, giving him a jagged grin.
"I'm not allowed alcohol." Komo responded, watching Grimmjow's expression dissipate into a placid glance.
"You're fuckin' boring, y'know that?" he asked, pushing his head away from the wall.
"I can't help it really." Komo grumbled, crossing his arms as he looked out the window.
Muttering to himself Grimmjow stilled and watched the teen as he stood up to stand by the window, his small pupils focused on something outside.
"Watcha staring at?" the punk enquired, standing up to have a look. It was Komo's sister and that pompous bastard, Byakuya. "She's asking that guy out to the disco? She's got no chance, I heard he's taking Momo Hinamori from our year." the teen explained, watching as she wavered and tripped over her words.
Raising his head Grimmjow watched as Komo stretched a sling-shot back with a meringue in the elastic seat. Grabbing his coat pocket the punk blinked and looked at him for a moment or two, he had managed to steal his sling shot without trying. "What are you doing?" the punk asked, glancing out the glass window. "You do realise that's just going to hit the window, right?" he murmured, lowering his eyes into a half-lidded stare.
Seeing that his sister had began to cry Komo let out a small grunt, and flicked his hand up to send the puffy white dessert through the open window at the top, flicking his head Grimmjow watched as the food disappeared and reappeared after hitting the telephone wire outside. Letting out a guffaw the punk watched the meringue hit Byakuya's head and splatter down his straight ebony hair.
Klara seemed to just stare through teary eyes as Byakuya's face dropped into shock horror, his hand reaching up to touch the gooey substance.
"Ew." he uttered calmly, taking a tissue from the blonde girl when she offered it to him. It was quite clear she was trying not to laugh as she did so as well.
Meanwhile Grimmjow had tackled Komo to the ground to keep them from being spotted, all while laughing heavily to himself.
"I take back what I said before. You are one glorious bastard." he chuckled deeply, continuing to pin Komo to the floor by his wrists. Finally calming down Grimmjow looked down at the smaller teen, who was staring up at him with a shocked expression. One of his legs had gotten trapped under Grimmjow, while the other was up against the punk's hip. Stilling the rebel stared at Komo, who had not noticed that part of the dessert had bounced back and splattered on his neck. Narrowing his gaze Grimmjow leaned down towards his collarbone, the tip of his tongue coming out to lick the white flecks of cream off of his skin.
Shuddering Komo gasped, his trapped leg bucking slightly, though it did not help the situation when his shin pressed against Grimmjow's crotch, even if he did not seem to notice.
"You should really consider joining my group." the punk murmured, lapping up the last of the meringue. "We could use someone with balls." he stated, sitting up as he released Komo.
"I'd rather not. I want to get good grades." the teen responded lightly, getting up off the floor to fix his coat.
"You can go to your classes and all that boring crap. It means I'd have more members." Grimmjow grunted, helping the ebony haired teen up.
"How many members do you have?" he asked, having not really seen Grimmjow hanging around anyone else.
"It's just me right now. My crew fucked off to join someone else." the punk grumbled, still holding Komo's wrist.
"It's not really a group if you're the only member." Komo stated bluntly, being dragged down the gloomy corridor.
"Just come have a look, you'll see the base and totally want to join." he stated, dismissing the last comment.
Allowing himself to be dragged about the teen followed Grimmjow up the flight of steps he did not know were there, and into a small recluse corridor with a single door.
"No one uses this place." the punk uttered, opening the door and walking inside having let go of Komo.
"I'm not really convinced." the teen murmured, looking at the small table in the centre of the room and an ancient computer at the corner nearest the dingy window.
"You're fickle." the blue haired teen grunted, dropping down onto the sofa he had stolen from one of the lecture lounges.
Sitting down Komo looked about, part of him could get used to coming here during his free periods to avoid the bustle of all the students and teachers.
"Well?" Grimmjow asked, leaning forward to examine Komo.
"I guess I could join, but I'm not pulling any pranks, getting drunk or skipping classes." Komo stated firmly, but the punk seemed to grin nonetheless.
"Great, now you just have to pass the entrance test." he uttered, while Komo just gave him a suspicious stare.
Pulling out his phone Grimmjow brought up a stop watch and placed it on the arm of the sofa.
"You have to last at least a minute doing whatever it is I send you to do." he explained, while Komo simply nodded a little. "I want you to take your shirt off and stand out in the cold." the punk explained.
"I'll get a cold doing that." Komo protested.
"What are you, a pussy?" Grimmjow enquired, grunting slightly.
"I'm sane, that's what I am." the teen barked, glaring a little.
Allowing a stiff silence to come over them Grimmjow seemed to stop glaring and simply grin again.
"Then you've past the test." the blue haired man stated.
"I have?" the raven haired teen asked, looking rather confused.
"The test was to see if you'd be my bitch, or keep your balls." Grimmjow explained, dragging Komo down onto the sofa so he could noogie him gently.
Finally relaxing Komo leaned against the punk while he stared at Grimmjow's phone for a moment before taking in the time on the screen. Jumping like a cat that had gotten a fright he rushed towards the door while the punk just gave him a look of shock and surprise, with a small hint of disappointment that he had not gotten to say something that had been on the tip of his tongue.
"I'm going to be late for maths, see you later Grimmjow!" the teen called, rushing down the steps as his bag rattled.
Screeching past Klara, who attempted to greet him, Komo said a quick hello and lunge for the classroom door. The teacher flinching as the teen came flying in and tripped over the board duster he was about to go and pick up.
"At least someone's excited to get to maths, but you're ahead of your game, Komo." he stated, watching the teen stagger to his feet. "Your class was moved down the hall." he explained, as Komo glanced at the group of people sitting at the desks. Byakuya and his group of fancy friends were amongst the unfamiliar faces he managed to make eye-contact with.
"S-Sorry." Komo uttered, bowing quickly before leaving the room to thunder down the hall again to look for his class.
By lunch time everyone had been sent home, as the snow had gotten worse and there was fear that no one would get home otherwise, but the concern on everyone else's mind was that there may not be a disco. Packing on the layers Komo mumbled to himself as he put on his coat and buttoned it up, he was alone at this point as he always let everyone go first if it had been snowing. It meant he was less likely to be hit by an icy snowball. Apparently he was not the only one to have decided to wait behind though, as Byakuya wandered out from around a corner without his gang of catwalk models.
"I keep seeing you." he stated, stopping to examine Komo.
"It's one of those days, I guess." the teen responded, shutting his locker as he pulled his bag up onto his shoulder. "Be careful driving home." he murmured through his scarf, his head raising to give them a simple wave before heading off first.
"How did you know I drive?" he asked, following behind the shorter teen.
"You don't seem like the kind of guy that gets the bus." Komo responded casually, shrugging gingerly. "My sister sometimes talks about you as well." he added, examining the horrid weather outside.
Nodding ever so slightly Byakuya headed to the car park while Komo went towards the gates, though he almost jumped out of his skin when a group of girls jumped him.
"You talk to Byakuya?" they asked, looking rather hopeful.
"I left at the same time as him." Komo stated, removing himself from the grip of one of the girls.
"You spoke to his group this morning though." another stated, pouting softly.
"My sister said she liked them, so I introduced her." he explained, hesitantly shifting back to walk when they began to have that odd glint in their eye.
"Can you introduce us to them as well then?" the fourth girl in the group of five asked, causing them all to squeak and splutter in chorus for him to do so.
"I, uh, I don't know them, I can't start bothering them like that constantly." Komo uttered weakly. "Can't you just introduce yourselves to them?" he then asked.
"We'll put them off if we're too up-front. Klara got close enough to ask Byakuya out as well, no one's gotten that far before. We've come to the conclusion that it's because you did the greetings." another girl stated, still pleading with him.
Taking another step back Komo flinched when he came against the wall holding up part of the gate, while the girls seemed to surround him further.
"C'mon, we'll promise to play with you sometime if you just tell them our names." the ring leader begged, flinching when someone grasped her wrist to stop her from grabbing at Komo again.
"He said no." Kenpachi uttered, scaring the girls half to death.
"It's the janitor." they squealed, bouncing off of one another before scattering.
"Thanks." the teen uttered, craning his neck up to look at the massive cleaner.
"Your dad was asking for you." the man spoke, boring his harsh gaze into him.
"Ah, college just ended and already he's bothering his friends." Komo sighed, fixing his sleeves. "Are you coming over tonight for a drink?" the teen asked, looking up at him curiously.
"Probably, college's cancelled tomorrow, so I might get hammered." the janitor chortled deeply, scaring off any lingering girls that had hoped to wait and come back when he was gone.
Smiling eagerly Komo nodded and waved Kenpachi off before heading down the street, pausing to look back when he heard the behemoth janitor grunt at one of the girls across the street who had tried to sneak through the trees and follow Komo before freaking out and running back up towards the houses.
Komo was beginning to feel that he should never have spoken to them, as this was probably the start to a bad experience with frantic women. The first frantic woman he had to deal with was his father though, who had almost rugby tackled him to the floor when Komo came home and tried to take his bag off in the living room.
"I thought something had happened." Mataka protested, while Komo merely grunted in his tight hug.
"I'm fine, dad. I just stayed back after college so I didn't get stuck in any snow ball fights." Komo explained, squirming out of his grip to finish taking his things off.
"You have a visitor by the way. Klara is entertaining him in your room." his father went on to speak, watching Komo's expression grow concerned.
Heading upstairs Komo opened his door and peered around, pausing when he finally spotted Grimmjow lazing about on his bed.
"Finally." the punk stated, sitting up. "I've been putting up with your sister for the past thirty minutes." Grimmjow grumbled.
"You're home, Komo. I was surprised when your friend showed up at the door looking for you." Klara spoke, appearing with a hot chocolate for the rebel to drink.
"Uh, yeah, he's a friend, I guess." the teen uttered, watching his sister take the tray and leave them alone.
"Watcha mean 'I guess'? You're in my gang, so of course we're friends." Grimmjow stated, drinking the hot chocolate as if its piping hot temperature was nothing to him.
"Stop calling it a gang, we're two people." Komo grumbled, sitting down on the bed.
"You're a Pantera now, despite what you consider a gang." Grimmjow grunted, but the ebony haired teen simply rolled his eyes and dropped the argument.
Finishing his hot chocolate Grimmjow sighed with a content expression and spread himself out on Komo's bed, ready to fall asleep.
"I'm staying the night here, by the way. The bus going my way was cancelled ." the punk uttered, practically purring.
"Who gave you permission to stay here?" Komo asked, furrowing his brow.
"I explained my plight to your dad, and he said I could stay since you never bring friends home." the blue haired teen explained. "I didn't even ask, he just decided it on his own." he added, making the teen grunt, that sounded like something his father would decide without permission. "Tell me when it's dinner time, I'm going for a nap." Grimmjow grumbled, turning over to face the wall and kick his tatty boots off.
Staring at his back Komo murmured something and got off the bed to go to his door, heading downstairs the teen began to make his lunch, flinching when Grimmjow came up behind him.
"I thought you were going for a nap." he stated, buttering a slice of bread.
"I decided to have lunch first." the blue haired punk explained, sitting down and helping himself to Komo's other sandwich. Twitching his brow the teen made yet another one and sat down to eat as well, for a 'friend' he sure did not know how to be polite and ask before taking.
Sitting in peace Komo occasionally glanced up at Grimmjow, who had been watching him eating for a while now. Though his attention quickly switched to Kenpachi when he saw him duck and enter the kitchen.
"Hello Kenpachi." he spoke, smiling brightly like a puppy seeing its owner again. Confused by this Grimmjow turned to look, his pupils narrowing as he slowly looked up at the massive brute.
"Fuckin' hell." was all he could say, while Kenpachi simply ignored him and went to sit down on another seat.
"I trust you got home without any trouble?" he asked, while Komo nodded and offered the man a drink.
"Yeah, thanks for earlier. I didn't think talking to Byakuya and his friends would cause me so much trouble." the teen spoke, letting out a weak laugh.
Fidgeting uncomfortably in his seat Grimmjow examined Komo, part of him wished he had waited behind at the end of the day to walk him home now.
"You alright?" Komo asked, glancing at the blue haired punk.
"Yeah." the teen stated, going back to munching on his sandwich.
"Apparently college's cancelled tomorrow, but I trust you of all people would know that, Grimmjow." Kenpachi stated, glancing at the smaller brute.
"I heard." the man replied, while Komo looked between them.
"You know one another?" he asked.
"He's constantly stealing things and hiding them in that storage cupboard of his." the janitor explained, downing the last of the tea Komo had given him.
"I noticed. He had a lounge sofa in there when I was in it today." Komo uttered, picking at his lunch as he slowly ate it.
Having eaten the pair left Kenpachi with his father, Mataka, and went upstairs once more, where he played on his dream-cast while Grimmjow slept off his, and part of Komo's, lunch. Sometimes the punk would grumble and twitch, his body shifting as he rolled onto his back and lay with his mouth hung open.
"Attractive." Komo murmured, examining the rebel having turned to look at him when Grimmjow's leg pushed him towards the edge of the bed.
"Thanks." the punk grumbled, opening one of his eyes as he stretched his mouth open into a gaping yawn.
Sitting up the teen glanced at the time and then fell back with a huge groan, he had only been asleep for an hour.
"Let's go out somewhere." he stated, tilting his head to look at Komo.
"It's not really the weather to go somewhere." the teen replied, saving his game. "Just play with me." he added, motioning towards the controller placed neatly on a shelf.
Staring at him Grimmjow sat up once more and began to smirk, his arms reaching out to tug Komo backwards against his chest.
"I can do that." he murmured, looking down at Komo while he just gave him a stupefied expression.
"I meant grab a console and play." he uttered, narrowing his gaze. He was all too used to Grimmjow grabbing at him, especially when he said one thing and he wanted to pretend he had taken it a completely different way. He was probably one of the only people that did not make Komo nervous or anxious when he touched him, which he was sure was due to him being more or less harmless unless provoked. Half the time Grimmjow seemed to do and say things with no real motives or intent to harm, even if he seemed to do more harm than good to someone that did not know him well enough to take his words and actions in good jest.
Staring at him Grimmjow began to play with Komo's face, his thumb pushing his cheeks towards his nose and then around in a clockwise direction.
"What are you doing?" he asked, hitching his brow.
"Let's go to a karaoke bar or something, pick up some babes and get laid. Or get wasted at least." Grimmjow grumbled.
"You can get wasted and laid, I'm quite happy waiting for someone I like to come along." Komo replied, making Grimmjow roll his eyes.
"You're such a woman." he mumbled.
"I prefer the term 'sex smart'." the teen responded, squirming out of Grimmjow's grip.
"You're gonna regret not enjoying as many women as possible before you settle down, y'know. Gotta sample the best and the worst to really appreciate a good woman." Grimmjow stated, crossing his arms as Komo just tutted.
"I can appreciate who I'm with without banging everyone I see." the raven haired teen murmured.
Grumbling Grimmjow pondered to himself for a bit before speaking.
"Got any girls you like right now? I can get them to come out with us, then you can get laid." the blue haired punk stated, smirking at his great idea.
"If I had a girl I liked I'd have more respect for them than that." Komo protested gingerly, turning off the dream-cast.
"You can respect a girl and still sleep with her. You just make sure they know where they stand, so they don't accuse you of stringing them along." the punk explained.
"Still, I'd rather be with them for a while before we did anything." the teen mumbled, getting up to stretch.
"Fine, fine. We'll do that shit, just tell me who you're attracted to and we can set you up with her." Grimmjow grumbled, pouting slightly.
"I'm not attracted to anyone, I don't think I ever have been." Komo explained, thinking about it for a moment.
Growling Grimmjow flopped backwards onto the bed and glared at the ceiling.
"Alright, lets go out and meet girls. You wont get any sitting here playing video games and reading, you book worm." he stated, looking over his chest at Komo.
"In this weather?" the teen asked, looking out his window having pushed the curtain to the side.
"Stop complaining and lets go. I know a great place to pick up women." the man stated, jumping to his feet to drag Komo out of his nerd dungeon.
"Where are you two going?" Mataka asked, peering out at them from the living room.
"I'm taking this nerd out to meet chicks." Grimmjow stated, while Mataka seemed to gasp with glee and grab Komo into a cuddle.
"My boy's growing up!" he cheered, dropping him so that he could wander off and tell Kenpachi. "My son's getting laid!" he cheered, while Komo just groaned and protested through the wall at his father.
Heading out Komo locked the door behind him and followed Grimmjow through the thick snow, his hands being shoved into his pockets. The streets were practically empty at this point, while only a few cars braved the roads to try get home without crashing. They had been walking for a while before Grimmjow finally pointed out the building and took them in another direction, his hand pushing on the door only to see it was locked.
"Closed due to bad weather. Sorry for any inconveniences." Komo spoke, reading out the laminated sign stuck to the inside of the window.
"Fuck sake." Grimmjow stated, kicking some of the snow on the ground to the side.
"Let's go home I guess." the teen uttered, but the punk was dead set on taking them somewhere.
Being dragged about Komo murmured to himself as Grimmjow took him from one closed shop to the next, which only seemed to frustrate the punk more.
"Grimmjow." the shorter teen spoke, gaining his attention as he kicked and stomped on snow by a back alley at the sight of yet another closed night club.
"What?" he asked, crinkling his nose for a moment.
"Let's go home and have dinner. We can do this when the weather isn't so bad." Komo murmured, pinching his sleeve to tug him from the door.
"Man, I really wanted to get you laid." the rebel sighed, running his stiff pink fingers through his hair.
"You're hands look like they're about to drop off." Komo uttered, pulling off his gloves to shove them onto his hands instead.
Tugging off his scarf Komo then folded it and threw it over Grimmjow's neck, using it as leverage to tug him down to eye level and put it on properly. Still mumbling to himself Komo let go and allowed the punk to stand up straight, while he simply pulled the scarf from his neck so it was not so tight. "You'll catch a cold if you don't wrap up properly." the teen murmured, tugging Grimmjow again to lead him back out onto the main street.
Striding through the snow Grimmjow followed Komo for a while, his electric blue eyes boring into the back of his head before a group of voices took his attention.
"Again, we meet." Byakuya spoke, examining the short teen.
"Are you stalking me?" Komo asked, pausing to glance at them.
"We could ask you the same question." Gin uttered, turning his attention to Grimmjow. "Hanging out with the wrong crowd, are we?" he asked, looking him up and down.
"You should pick your friends more wisely." Aizen commented, while Grimmjow's hackles began to stick up.
"What would any of you know about having friends?" Komo asked, examining them for a moment.
"Now, now. No need to be so defensive." Gin uttered, smirking as per usual. "We just don't think you're the type that goes around breaking rules." he went on, shrugging.
"Apposed to breaking hearts?" he enquired, hitching his brow ever so slightly.
"If we said yes to every girl that came up to us then we would be stringing them along, wouldn't we?" Byakuya enquired calmly, causing Komo to pause and think about it for a moment.
He did not really have a retort now, though he still had a stern pout stuck on his face, even as the group decided to carry on and say their goodbyes. As they left Byakuya held eye contact with Komo for as long as he could, while he simply glared back.
"I'm starting to dislike them." the teen uttered, sighing gently to himself once they were gone. "They have no right acting like that, especially around people they barely know." he muttered.
"Why do you keep doing things for me?" Grimmjow asked, examining Komo sharply.
"Why not? You said we were friends." the ebony haired teen uttered, knitting his eyebrows together.
"I can handle shit by myself, dumb-ass." he grumbled, frowning slightly.
"If someone stuck up for me I'd still be grateful. I would know they didn't need to, but it'd still be nice to know they care enough to do so anyway." the teen lectured him, his iris' flickering slightly as he pouted at Grimmjow.
"Yeah, well I'm not you. I don't need you making me look pitiful in front of those bastards. They already look down on me enough as it is." the punk grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Who cares if they look down on you? They look down on everyone, do you want to be one of them?" the teen asked.
"Sometimes, I guess." Grimmjow shrugged. "At least I'd get loads of women chasing me." he spoke, smirking a little.