He knows she's always in that room. She's sitting cross-legged on the floor, staring out the window. Her hair always flows down her back like a beautiful waterfall. He wonders how she can take care of all that hair. Her eyes always shine when she stares out the window.
When Grimmjow noticed this, he had no clue.
He always found it odd that she was always on the floor. There was a couch and a bed in her room. Yet, each time he sees her, she sits on the concrete floor. Maybe she thought that she would be yelled at if she sat on either one. But one thing was certain.
She was an odd girl.
She wasn't like the other girls that lived in Las Noches. Part of it could be that she's human. But that wasn't what bugged him. He noticed that he was always gentler around her. He would try to not swear around her or even show his violent nature.
Everyone that has crossed paths with him died by his very hand.
And yet, she still lives. In that small room. Waiting for Kurosaki to show up and save her.
He didn't know whether to pity her or to laugh at her.
When he walked into her room that day, he was surprised to see her in the exact same spot.
"Don't you ever get tired of sitting there?"
Her head turned to look at him. Her eyes were brighter than normal today. While he would've questioned it, Grimmjow knew better than to ask Orihime any questions that would result in a ridiculous answer.
She blinked in confusion and her head tilted to the side, not understanding what he was asking her.
Sighing, he sat on the couch, noticing her gaze follow him. Not like she was scared of him, but rather curious as to what he was doing.
"Everyday I come here and you're in the exact same spot. Sometimes I wonder if you even sleep."
Realizing what he was talking about, she smiled. "It's because I'm waiting for you."