Misfortune
This one is AU
"Bad Day! Bad Frikken Day!" Grimmjow yelled to the house as soon as he entered, shaking the rain out of his hair, feeling it fall limp. Ulquiorra stepped out of the kitchen to look at him, a wooden cooking spoon in one hand, and a tea towel in the other, his always immaculate clothes covered in an apron (Grimmjow's apron) that said kiss the cook.
Stopping for a moment, Grimmjow sniffed the air and nearly groaned in displeasure. Ulquiorra was cooking his godforsaken tofu crap. Why couldn't his lover just like meat like every other human being? Turning down the heat on his cooking, Ulquiorra followed Grimmjow to the bedroom. "What happened?"
"My files got messed up so many times by that new frikken secretary. I swear to god she's either doing it on purpose or she's even more of an air head than I thought. I bet she only got hired for her boobs! And then, Tousen, you remember him, he dropped a box on my foot. and god his face. 'Oops, sorry.' frikken bastard. It hurt~!" Ulquiorra pulled Grimmjow's tie off, then his jacket, rubbing his stiff shoulders through the wet fabric of his dress shirt. "And then it rained on me and my new–just a little to the left...oh god that's good– project on the way home, and you decided to make tofu. Bad day."
"Better now?" Ulquiorra asked as Grimmjow slumped against him. His lover reached up for a kiss, smiling at him.
"Yea, all better now."
Owari