Placing a hand in his, Hisagi moved in closer to Grimmjow, his body leaning in like a magnet, unable to keep a scant inch of air between them. This would not make anyone happy, he knew, but since when had he ever been one to follow the rules? He knew who he was, and he knew what was said about him behind his back; 'he's going to drag him down with him', 'he'll only ever be good for one thing', and his favorite, 'he will never amount to anything'.
It was nothing new, their opinions, and he'd long since stopped listening to them or let it bother him. He could only ever hope Grimmjow never found out about it, because he knew that he wouldn't choose to stay. No one ever did, and he couldn't say he blamed them; if he were them, he wouldn't stick around, either.
Listening to the soft music he had picked echo through the air, Hisagi firmly pushed those thoughts aside, committing to this evening with a new determination. With a slight tug of his hand he drew the other male closer still, using the brief moment of Grimmjow's confusion to wrap his arms around him, lips brushing gently against his. It didn't take Grimmjow long at all to catch on to what he was wanting—it never did—and he soon found himself wrapped in his tender embrace, strong arms around his waist with slim, delicate hands pressed to his lower back.
They rarely were ever gentle. But with Grimmjow still healing from his fight with Ichigo, they didn't have much of a choice.
Looking up into the hollow's eyes and noticing the way they had unconsciously started to gently sway along to the music, how all three worlds just seemed to melt away when they were together like this, Hisagi felt a small smile work its way onto his lips. Leaning in to share another soft kiss, feeling it all the way down to his toes, he came to a decision. It didn't matter that he felt, with such aching certainty, that Grimmjow would one day leave him or try to kill him, the way that everyone else in his life had.
That did not matter because here, in this moment, he knew that he loved the insane hollow more than anyone he ever had, or ever would. And even knowing how heartbroken he would be in the end, it just didn't matter; because right now, he knew that he was loved in return, and nothing could ever change that.
This moment was perfect, filling his heart, etching itself into his memory. This moment, it was…
It was his everything.