Title: The First Drop
Length: 100 words
The first time he sees her, it is raining.
His aquamarine hair is sticking to his forehead and the water beads off of his worn leather jacket with ease. She is beside him, just a few steps ahead, umbrella slung carelessly over one shoulder, her school uniform quickly becoming soaked through. He appreciates the way the fabric sticks to her form, only for a moment, before lengthening his steps, passing her easily.
Grimmjow misses the way she eyes him curiously, head tilting, before smiling. He must like the rain, too, she thinks.