Ichigo's loft was a disaster zone; Grimmjow really wondered how he got any work done with all the clutter. He had already stubbed his toe twice on god knows what! After locating the stairs he groaned, the man used his stairs like one would a laundry chute. He had a pair of boxers hanging off the railing.
The top floor of his loft was grating that squeaked when you stepped on it, the entirety of it held up by steel cables. Along with his bed, which looked like a birds nest.
"I used to think you were asshole once," Ichigo muttered, wrapping his arms around his neck. He pulled herself up in his grip to stop her head from spinning. It hurt from his earlier fall.
"Really?" he could hear the smirk in Grimmjow's voice.
"Uh-huh, in year nine when I fell down the stairs, I remember you were right there just a few inches from me and yet you just walked away. It was your best friend at the time that did it, Aizen. I ran into him on the way to class and he shouted at me, I apologised and he shoved me laughing as I fell down the stairs." He stopped as Grimmjow sat him down on the bed. He patted the space next to him, Grimmjow complied a little confused with his sudden willingness to talk.
"Shinji told me later that you were the one to call the ambulance and teachers over; that the reason you left me was to beat up Aizen. He told me this much later at the school reunion two years ago when I said I hated you." Ichigo leaned on his shoulder in an attempt to stop his vision from swimming.
"When my ma died ya were the only one that didn't treat me as if I were glass, ya just gave me yer notes and explained the project fer me. Ya treated me like I was just another kid who had been away fer a few days, I was glad. Same in high school, I was just another guy at that school who happened to be an ass," Grimmjow said, leaning back on the bed to stare up at the roof. Someone had haphazardly cut away at the roof to reveal the sky. He reckoned it was Ichigo himself that did it.
Ichigo leaned back, his head span less lying down.
"The stars are moving," he muttered. Grimmjow sat up and looked at him. His forehead was red, he'd probably done some damage with that fall.
"Go to sleep kitten, you'll feel better in the morning."