He hated seeing her cry.
It didn't matter if they were happy tears, sad tears, or even angry tears.
Grimmjow didn't like it when she was upset. Even though her eyes always shimmered more brightly.
When he had walked into the room, he wasn't surprised to see her upset. Ever since she felt that bastard's reiatsu enter Las Noches, she's been more depressed.
However, she seemed shocked to see him. Her eyes were wider than normal, and he was able to smell the tears fall down her pale cheeks. She tried opening her mouth to say something, anything, but the words died in her throat. Instead, she looked at the ground, not wanting to upset Grimmjow.
His hand cupped her cheek and his thumb wiped away the tears. He wasn't so surprised when she practically threw herself at him, arms wrapped around his neck as she cried into his shoulder.
He let one of his arms fall loose while the other held her to his chest. His gaze wasn't on her, because he didn't want her seeing how pissed off he truly was. He wanted nothing more than to drench his hands in that shinigami's blood. He wanted to cut off his limbs and tear out his beating heart.
But at the same time, he knew he couldn't.
Because if he did, it would hurt Orihime more. And he had told himself that he wasn't going to be like him and hurt her. Rather, he was going to be an upgrade from that lowlife.
He didn't know when he began to have 'feelings' for her. But one thing he was certain of.
He was going to beat Kurosaki Ichigo.