Ichigo had walked you to work after Grimmjow had whisked Urahara away as quick as he had appeared. You talked much about nothing, he explained what kind of training Rukia wanted to try with her new subordinates. You had asked how his family was, laughing loudly at the stories he told you about his father and his early morning wake up calls, or "goat face" as he referred to him.
By the way Ichigo kept looking around, scanning the surroundings and the way his hand kept creeping up the hilt of his zanpakuto, brushing the movement off as scratching at his head, you knew he was secretly only accompanying you to ensure Grimmjow didn't return. Not that you needed a body guard, you were more than capable to defend yourself, even if it was only long enough to wait for back up. For some reason though, you didn't think Grimmjow would hurt you, intentionally that is. His brash manor and short temper has landed you on your ass more than once.
Ichigo left you near the Captains quarters with a lazy wave, promising to pass on your greetings to the Captain of the thirteenth. After you had handed your report to Captain Kuchiki, waiting patiently for him to scan over it and answering the questions he had, you were dismissed. The morning had flown by without any issues, catching up on the paperwork you had missed on your mission and catching up with your colleagues who shared the office you were assigned.
Word had gotten around about the fight between Ichigo and Grimmjow, speculation and rumours spread around like wildfire. Honestly, the men in the division were the worst culprits for that. You had heard everything from Grimmjow loosing an arm to it being a passionate argument due to unrequited feelings between the pair. The later made you chuckle, they sure were creative with their stories. Your stomach begging to rumble let you know it was getting close to lunch, after you finished this last report you would go in search for food.
You heard the unnecessarily loud footsteps long before you saw the murderous looking face of Renji as he stormed into your office. Ah crap. You had forgotten to ask Ichigo to leave out your involvement in the altercation this morning when he retold the story to his friends, most importantly, Renji. He folded his arms over his chest as he came to a stop in front of your desk, holding you in a stern gaze
"everybody clear out. Take an early lunch" he spoke to the room at large without taking his eyes off of you, shrinking in your chair at his disapproving look. The ones you shared the office space with quickly packed up their belongings and all but ran from the room at the command of their lieutenant, sparing you a guilty look as they passed.
"That wasn't necessary, I was just about to head out for lunch" you told him freely now that you were alone, paying no attention to the correct way to address your superior during office hours now that there wasn't an audience. Renji was hard to gage when he was angry. You couldn't tell if he was angry with you, Grimmjow, or the whole situation. You pointedly ignore his glower, taking your time to sign your name on the last of your reports, tidily stacking the papers and putting them to the side
When you had finally stretched out all you could do, you relented with a sigh, meeting Renji's stern eyes "what can I do for you?"
"You can tell me what the hell that was this morning , and why I had to hear it from Ichigo and not you" Okay, seemed he was pissed at all thee. You didn't want to have to deal with this right now, you thought as you rubbed your eyes, suddenly feeling very tired.
"There was nothing to tell you. Ichigo and Grimmjow got into a fight, I tried to stop it and got knocked on my ass" you shrug to make light of the situation, why you were getting your ass chewed out for Grimmjows short temper was beyond you. You hadn't started or contributed to it at all. That seemingly wasn't enough for your over protective friend however "Grimmjow ran off with Urahara, Ichigo seemed fine after, if you want answers, ask them"
"were you hurt?" His softness for you broke through his rough exterior, kind eyes quickly assessing what he could see of you as you verbalised your good health
"Im fine. I didn't get hurt at all, just tripped over my own feet"
"Ichigo seems to think that Grimmjow attacked him because of you, said he was spouting some bullshit about him staying away from you" Renji's tone turned questioning, with a subtle tone of "what the hell did you do?". That irked you, why were you suddenly to blame for their actions? You hadn't done anything. Simply wrong place, wrong time.
"Ichigo needs to get his head examined." You grumbled, pushing your chair away from your desk to stand. The way Renji was looking over you made you feel like you were getting scolded. Standing didn't exactly do much for the height difference, he still towered over you. On your feet however, made you feel more in control of the situation.
"Don't give me that, you're hiding something from me" damn him. You've been friends for too long, he could read you like a book. You tilted your chin down, letting your hair help hide your face from him as you walk around your desk to open the office window. Anything to help hide the slight blush creeping up your cheeks
"I don't know what your talking about" you didn't even sound believable to your own ears at this point. You heard a bang behind you, whipping round startled by the loud noise. Renji had punched your desk in frustration, a lovely display of the fragile male ego. Idiot.
"don't lie to me YN, what aren't you telling me? Did he hurt you on that mission?" How you wished he would just drop it. You were fine. Ichigo was fine. Grimmjow was... well, Grimmjow was an unhinged asshole, but he still had all his limbs attached, despite what the rumours were saying.
"I already told you he didn't" you gave him a hardened look. You hated anyone calling you a lair, even if you weren't being completely forthcoming with the whole truth at this moment. There was a difference between straight out lying and holding back embarrassing information you didn't want getting around. As proved today, gossip spread like wildfire around here, and you weren't eager to be the next topic. "Please Renji, just drop it"
"Fine". He said quietly. That was suspiciously too easy. Renji was like a dog with a bone when he had something in his head. Relentless in his pursuit for answers. He turned and walked towards the door, waving a hand over his shoulder in parting "I'll just go ask Grimmjow"
"wait!" God damn it. Renji stopped to face you, arms crossed over his chest expectantly. You crossed your own protectively, you already knew the reaction you were about to receive. With a defeated sigh, you finally let the proverbial cat out of the bag. "We slept together"
an amusing amount of emotions passed over his face as he digested that piece of information, clearly the last thing he had expected to hear. The disgusted look that appeared on his face last and made its self comfortable immediately got you defensive. You weren't about to stand here and be judged. Sure. Grimmjow wasn't exactly your most proudest of moments, but you could've done a lot worse...have done worse. And so had Renji for that matter
"thats disgusting, YN, he's a hollow. " you knew that would be the issue. Though after spending time with Grimmjow, you didn't even see that anymore. Sure. He had a bone mask on half of his jaw and a hollow hole in his abdomen. Other than that though, he looked just like everyone else. Well, that was a lie. He looked better than most, he was handsome, in perfect physical condition. He had a dirty grin and strong hands and..what was your point again?
"I know what he is Renji. It was a mistake, a one time, things got out of hand, mistake. Everyone makes them. Even you. Or shall we go over all your sexual conquests?" Your eyebrow raised challengingly. The one perk of Renji knowing you so well was that you knew him equally as well, including all of his less than ideal drunken fumbles with some very questionable people.
"Alright! I get it, no need to bring up that shit" he grumbled defeated. His anger seemed to evaporate at your honesty, now that he knew for a fact he hadn't caused you any harm, he felt a whole lot less murderous. Though there was still something left unanswered "but if it was a one time thing, why was he so pissed at seeing you and Ichigo together?"
Why indeed. You haven't a clue, you were convinced Grimmjow hated the sight of you. He hadn't tried to befriend you after, nor indicate wanting to see you again. It was probably just some pathetic display of testosterone, trying to get one up over the guy he hated. "Your guess is as good as mine, we haven't spoken since we got back. I was under the impression we wouldn't be seeing each other again"
"maybe he has feelings for you"
"and maybe you were dropped on your head as a baby" you laugh at his absurd notion. Grimmjow having feelings, next joke. Your stomach rumbled again, reminding you that you were wasting time in your office and not satisfying your hunger. You walk over to Renji, linking your arm with his own and directed him to the door "come on, you can buy me lunch"
Grimmjow ran until his lungs burned. He ran until his legs were shaking with exhaustion, sweat coating his skin and then he ran some more. He ran from his fears, his responsibilities. He ran from his feelings and himself. Most of all, he ran as far away from you as he could until he fell to the ground covered in sweat. Panting hard, Grimmjow rolled to his back, closing his eyes against the burning sun waiting for his chest to stop heaving. Waiting for the uneasy weight in his chest to be lifted.
Grimmjow didn't want this, wasn't ready for this. He didn't have the first clue about actually being someone's alpha. He had only ever depended on himself, was only responsible for his own survival. Now he suddenly had a woman he was bound to, someone to take care of and provide for. The thought of it had him running away, how could he go back and face the reality? How? How had he bonded with someone who couldn't bond back. Why you? You with your weak body. You with your annoying remarks, your snappy wit.
Why you with your spellbinding attraction, your soft curvy body, your intoxicating moans. Grimmjow run his fingers though his hair, squeezing hard around the sweat soaked strands. What if you didn't want to be with him, how could he keep from going insane? Already he could feel the invisible pull, urging him to go back, to get you in his sights, in his arms. The unrelenting urgency he felt to make sure you were safe. Away from the threats you were unaware of.
You didn't know of the dangers, of the hidden monsters inside of a select few. Ichigo. Those captains. So ignorant to what those beasts could do to you, what they wanted to do to you. He shouldn't have bonded, he shouldn't have scent marked you. It put an invisible target on your back that you weren't aware of. A more horrifying thought though, what if you did want him back?
For all his confidence in himself, in his strength and his abilities, he was petrified at the notion of taking care of you. He didn't know about human relationships, what was expected of him, if he could even do it. The perverted hat wearing lunatic was rambling about flowers and walks. Was he expected to train you? Exercise you? And what the fuck were the flowers for?
He saw the way the shinigami looked at him, with hatred or disgust. They feared him, didn't want him around. He could deal with that, he didn't like them either. Grimmjow wasn't stupid, if you were with him, you'd get the same hate. The thought made him feel equally guilty and enraged at that fact. You didn't deserve hate for his past. What he had done under Aizens control still wasn't forgiven, even after all he did in the last war.
Grimmjow forced himself into a sit, looking out at the grassy field he had ended up in. There were no signs of life, just wide open space, freedom. That's everything he thought he always wanted, the freedom to go where he liked, do as he pleased. Ate because he was hungry, fucked because he was horny. Answering to no one, strong enough to not depend on anyone. Here it was, rolled out before him, his own personal paradise.
Yet that all seemed so unobtainable now. Everything was within his grasp, if only he could reach out and take it. His chest was tightening with yearning, his instincts demanding he return, find you, keep away those who intend to take what was his. Fighting against his desires to be free. He stood, looking out at the lush landscape. He needed to make a decision, here and now. Go back, give into his instincts and spend the rest of his life protecting you, providing for you. Even if you denied him, he would be there, silently watching over you. Or he could run. Keep moving, explore the land, find a place to claim as his own.
After lunch, and answering more questions than you ever would have thought Renji could come up with, you had returned to the office. Renji begrudgingly agreed to not go after Grimmjow at your request. You didn't want anymore arguing, and you certainly didn't want any more trouble landing at your doorstep. In return you had promised to tell Renji yourself if anything else happens. An easy promise to make, considering you probably wouldn't be seeing Grimmjow other than in passing, and the fact that Ichigo isn't around you all that often.
You had arrived back to the questioning of your colleagues of the reason for your lieutenants unusual visit. While they knew you two were friends, he didn't tend to abuse his position to get you alone. You fobbed them off with an excuse, he was stressed with paperwork and needed your help to catch up. You could tell they didn't believe you, but you weren't about to tell them all the truth. That your best friend was pissed that you had slept with an arrancar, who then proceeded to attack his other friend for no apparent reason.
The whole situation was absurd, you just wanted things to go back to normal. You enjoyed your life as a shinigami, took pride in your work. You loved going on missions, getting to see more of soul society than what was confined to these walls. You had friends with whom you had fun in your off time, shopping and drinking the night away. You were content. What you didn't want was some psychotic animal leaving a trail of destruction where ever you traveled. You didn't want to have to look over your shoulder every time you left your home incase said psychotic animal decided to attack the next innocent bystander you were conversing with.
Luckily the working day came to a quick end, time flying when in the company of your office mates. You had refused their offer to join them for food and drinks, instead returning home to make yourself dinner. Which was what you were currently doing, standing at your stove making a simple but delicious meal of sticky ginger pork and fluffy rice. Your home smelt heavenly, the sweet sticky sauce coating the pork you were cooking was mouthwatering. You sampled the meat, stifling a groan at the taste. It was ready.
Just as you had outed the flame a heavy knock sounded at your door. Perfect timing, you thought as you longingly glanced at your meal before making your way to your door. Another, more hurried knock sounded before you even left the kitchen, prompting you to hasten your steps. You pulled open your door partially, peaking around to investigate your insistent knocker, letting your door swing open fully at the sight of your unexpected guest.
"Grimmjow" you breathed his name. How the hell did he know where you lived? And more importantly, what was he doing here? Grimmjow looked increasingly uncomfortable, his eyes were downcast, avoiding looking at you directly. He had what appeared to be grass stains on his clothes, contrasting brilliantly against his stone coloured garb. In fact, he looked as haggard as his clothing. His hair was messily sticking out at odd angles as though he'd been dragged backwards through a hedge, or had run his fingers through it repeatedly at least "what are you..?"
"Here" Grimmjow muttered in a gruff tone, thrusting into your personal space his hand clutching too tightly around what appeared to be flowers. Wild flowers to be exact. Some of the stems were bent and more than half had missing petals. By the clumps of soil clinging to the exposed roots, it appeared Grimmjow had ripped them all from the ground himself, none to delicately. It was as sweet a gesture as it was a confusing one. Why did he get you flowers?
You took them carefully, attempting not to drop any of the poorly put together bouquet. Soil sprinkled to the ground at the change of hands, landing between you. Grimmjow avoided looking directly at you, silently cursing himself for listening to that crazy bastard. You didn't seem overjoyed, you looked baffled. If Urahara was just trying to make him look like a fool... there wasn't a place here nor the world of the living he could hide from Grimmjow's wrath.
You lent in slightly to inhale the sweet flowery aroma. Despite their appearance, they did smell beautiful. The thanks died on your tongue as Grimmjow forced himself pass you, inviting himself into your home, roughly shoving you out the way with his shoulder to make room for his large frame "please come in". You grumble quietly, closing the door to follow him. You busied yourself finding something to put the flowers in as Grimmjow scanned the area, picking up some of the ornaments you had scattered around to give the place a homely feel. He seemed particularly interested in your CD player, something you had acquired from the world of the living. While it wasn't illegal, it wasn't exactly encouraged to bring anything back.
Grimmjow looked around your den, you had so much useless crap here. The place smelt like you, everything had your scent lingering on its surface. He could smell something delicious wafting in from the kitchen, something sweet and meaty, reminding Grimmjow he hadn't eaten yet today, to busy having his world collapse around him. He felt awkward, uncomfortable here. He had gone over everything he had wanted to say on the way over here, rehearsing what he needed to tell you. Now that he was here, it all abandoned him. The urge to run away again was building.
Grimmjow wasn't a coward, and he was done running away. He was going to face his problem head on, the way any king should. He distracted himself with a strange black box he didn't know the function of. He poked it curiously, the raised circle he jabbed getting pushed down. Interesting. He discovered all the little raised circles sunk into the box when pressure was added, a lid opened when he pressed a particular one.
After placing the flowers in a long drinking glass and placing it in the centre of your table, you make your way over to Grimmjow to save your music player from his not so gentle probing. "Would you like me to turn it on?" Grimmjow ripped his hand away from the strange black box as though he hadn't just been pressing every button he could see. Distracted, he didn't hear your approach. He grunted noncommittally, careful not to show his interest.
You came to stand next to him, turning the player on and readjusting all the settings he had unknowingly messed up. Maybe music would relax him enough to spill the reason he had came. You didn't for a second think he had come over purely for your company. There had to be something he wanted. Grimmjow didn't seem the type to have friends, or want friendship for that matter. The thought made you a little sad. Everyone should have friends, experience the joy you yourself felt when in the company of those you held dear. Maybe you should try to be a little nicer to him.
Grimmjow cocked his head slightly when the box produced music. He had already experienced the different notes mixing together rhythmically. From the bars here in soul society and from Aizen himself. What you were playing though was better than what Aizen had listen to. It wasn't as sharp, didn't have those high screeching notes that made him want to rip his ears off. No this was deeper, with a low thump that made him feel his heart beat in sync with the beat.
"so, how can I help you?" You asked him, getting to the root of his surprise visit, you had an idea, as unbelievable as it may appear. Grimmjow reluctantly turned to you, swallowing harshly against the lump in his voice. Everything he had planned to say suddenly abandoned him, left him floundering with what to say. His mouth opened and closed a couple times, before growling in annoyance. You staring at him with your wide expectant eyes, head tilted adorably as you waited for him to speak. Maybe you weren't bad, as far as shinigami went. Pretty even.
"I need to tell you something" Grimmjow rushed out the sentence as you spoke your own. Over lapping with his, he almost missed it,almost "if you're here to apologise..?"
Grimmjow stared at you, your words registering in his head. Apologise ? The fuck were you on about?
"Why the fuck would I apologise?" He snapped, getting immediately defensive. He's not even done anything yet! And he brought the bitch flowers! If that hat wearing freak told him that just to embarrass him, Grimmjow was going to kill him
"for this morning? Attacking Ichigo for no reason and shoving me to the ground in the process?" What the fuck. Grimmjows chest burned with unrestrained rage. Ichigo? ICHIGO?! That bastards name on your tongue had him seeing red. He was not about to loose you to him, no fucking way. Over Grimmjow's dead body. Grimmjow's arm snapped forward with an explosion of aggression, fist slamming into the wall between you. The plaster cracked and splintered around the gaping hole now left in your wall, dust billowing out around his shaking fist. The floor was littered with stone and plaster, along with your dresser and ornaments. His chest was heaving, pupils narrowed into slits as he glared at you
"Grimmjow!" It was one thing for the brute to invite himself into your home, it was another to punch a hole through your damn wall! Your own anger bubbled up, releasing in the form of a harsh shove against the mad man's chest "what the fuck is wrong with you! First Ichigo, now my wall, you." Your sentence ended with an abrupt squeal when Grimmjow growled, pinning you against the wall. Your wrists were trapped above your head, secure in his unbreakable hold. His large body pressed against yours, keeping you in place as his ragged breathing ghosted over your face.
You matched his energy, chest heaving with anger, shock, a little arousal... you tugged on your arms, testing the strength he used to hold you. You wouldn't be breaking free of him easily. You gave him your most serious glare, jutting your chin up defiantly. "Let me go asshole"
"That's the last time you are going to speak his name". Grimmjow growled warningly, low, deadly, inches from your face. "He can't have you" he barked, spitting with the ferocity he used to expel the words. His fingers tightened on your wrists, large hand easily wrapping around them both. His other took hold of your hip, pushing you further into his body. "You're mine"
"You don't own me Grimmjow, I can speak to whomever I decide" How had he even gotten it into his head that Ichigo wanted you? It was preposterous, absurd to even think that. Not only was Ichigo a child in comparison to you , he was also very happy with one Inoue Orihime. You didn't even know each other that well, spent hardly any time together, especially when not in the company of mutual friends. You weren't about to be dictated to, about who you could speak to. Not by Grimmjow, not by anyone.
"You are mine." Grimmjow didn't even seem to hear you, intent on having is own moronic one sided conversation. His head dipped into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply "my scent, my mark" you felt his tongue swipe up the side of your neck, nipping harshly just below your ear. You shuddered involuntarily, his hot breath cooling the wet stripe he had left sending a jolt of apprehension through you.
"He can't protect you like I can.." the seductive purr laced with malice whispering in your ear, thick with prideful certainty. His hand left your hip, pushing between your bodies to cup your hidden pussy, heel of his palm roughly grinding over your mound possessively, staking his claim. "Can't satisfy you like I can.."
Your body betrayed you, reacting favourably to his rough treatment. You felt heat pool between your legs, nipples hardening under your uniform. Your breasts heaved with every breath, no longer fulled by anger but arousal. The way he so easily dominated you, held you prisoner against his rock hard body, ignited your erogenous zone to life with his attention. All easily breaking your resolve, knees shaking with adrenaline, you struggled to remember why you were so adamant of not sleeping with him again.
"Grimmjow" your voice was soft, pleading. When he pulled back to look you in your eyes, the shocking blue darkening with possessive desire, you surged forward with desperate haste, slamming your lips together with his in a hungry kiss. Grimmjow jerked back his head, confused by your actions. The fuck was that? A weak attempt of a head butt? His tongue swiped over his bottom lip, tasting your lingering sweet taste. His eye brows were furrowed, trying to decipher if you were trying to fight him or what?
You understood quickly, somehow you've become attuned to Grimmjow, understanding him more with each interaction. Not letting that conclusion deter you from what you were attempting to take. Grimmjow had probably never kissed anyone before, not as a hollow at least, not in the way you were used to . You had to speak his language, interact the way he knows. Grimmjow lived by a different set of rules and customs, you couldn't expect him to automatically know everything you did. Carefully you leaned in, arms straining against his hold, refusing to let you go. He held still, anticipating your next move, yet allowing you the freedom to try.
You nudged his jaw with your nose, softly, cautiously, before placing a small kiss there. You licked your way up his cheek, wetting the corner of his slightly parted lips. You each held still, breath mingling between you, heating the atmosphere surrounding you. Feeling safe that he wasn't about to bite, you lick your way across his lips, showing, explaining with actions. Pressing your lips firmly against his own. His language mixing with your own.
Luckily, Grimmjow was a quick learner. With lightening fast reflexes, reminiscent of his feline heritage, Grimmjow released your arms, wrapping his own around your thighs and throwing you up the wall, pinning you there with his hips. You wrap your arms around his thick neck, holding him as close to you as possible. Your back slammed into the cool wall behind you, Grimmjow grinding himself into your core as he brutally slammed his lips to yours.
There was nothing sensual or romantic in the way Grimmjow kissed you. It was brutal, and savage, ravishing your mouth with the intent to take. To claim. And you were all too willing to surrender. His bit at your bruising bottom lip with a sharp nip, taste of blood staining your mouth. He hungrily lapped over the swelling ache, catching the droplets of blood on his tongue before forcing it into your mouth. His fingers digged in painfully to your thighs keeping you in position as he earnestly thrust his hips, pressing his rapidly inflating cock against your pussy.
Your hips bucked erratically, searching for the stimulation, moaning into his mouth when you found it. Grimmjows tongue invaded your mouth, lavishly lapping at your tongue, tasting every inch of your mouth. It was messy and dirty, and so incredibly erotic. Fingers intertwining with his hair tightened, you tugged his head back, satisfied with a groan rumbling in his throat. You saw his eyes roll to the back of his head before his lids closed, surprisingly turned on by your own rough treatment.
You licked up his straining neck, his Adam's apple protruding nicely under the taunt skin. You graze your teeth over his skin, teasingly feigning your own bite when Grimmjow growled, snapping his darkened eyes to yours. Effortlessly he pulled you from the wall, carrying you blindly to your dining room table. With a rough swipe of his hand he sent the candles and placemats tumbling across your floor with heavy thuds, ripping the chair out of his way and letting it clatter to the floor noisily, so to easily spread your legs and claim his rightful place between them.
Grimmjow drank you in, the sight of you laid out beneath him, fire passionately burning in your eyes as you await his touch. The smell of your arousal flooding the room, the ghostly remnants of your tongue burning the side of his neck. He had gotten so swept away in his sudden rage, blinding lust that he almost forgotten why he had come here. For the first time since he was made aware of his bonding, he felt a spike of eagerness. Is this how it could be? Could you happily be mated to him, live your life under his protection, willingly spend your nights under him?
Grimmjow's libido was suddenly dowsed by the frigid, ice cold slap of uncertainty. Realisation dawning on him that he actually wanted this. Wanted you, by his side. A wave of nausea rippled through him at the thought. It was too much, too foreign, too new. His mouth dried suddenly, tongue feeling too large in his mouth as he watched you staring quizzically back at him with half hooded eyes.
Getting impatient your hands reached for him, tugging at his open top, attempting to shift him into motion. Grimmjow halted you with a grip on your wrist, he had to tell you before it got to far, had to explain before he got to immersed into the possibilities. "I won't be able to stop.." he voiced his discovery. If he had you again, now, he would always want you, wouldn't be able to let you go. If you refused his advances... he didn't know what he would be capable of.
You rolled your hips invitingly, brushing over his straining cock, deflating in its confines. You didn't understand the warning, you wanted this, wanted him inside you. "I know, just.. come on"you try to placate him, attempting to tug your hand away from his grasp to continue what had been started
"No, you don't understand " Grimmjow took hold of your other wandering hand, pinning them both at your sides as he leaned over you, needing to see your face when he told you the truth, understand the emotions on your face "you're not listening"
"Grimmjow?.."you asked concerned at the sudden change. Where was the passion, the animalistic urgency you had come to associate with him? He looked worried, vulnerable, not something you had ever seen on his face. Your body relaxed, sexual tension snapping immediately. "What's wrong?"
His hands gently squeezed around your wrists, tongue poking out to wet his suddenly dry lips. His chest heaved deeply, gathering all the courage he needed to speak the words "I.."
his head whipped around suddenly to the door, raspy protective growl vibrating in his chest. Before you had the chance to ask, a knock echoed through your home, alerting you to the presence outside that Grimmjow was already aware of.
"Damn" you sat up easily, Grimmjow stepping away from you. He almost looked relieved at the interruption, though his eyes never left your own. Another knock had you shifting the the edge of the table, easily sliding to your feet. "I'll go get rid of them.." you promised, touching his chest lightly as you passed "then we'll talk"
You left Grimmjow in your living room, adjusting your uniform as you made it to the door. "Nezuko" You feigned shocked happiness as your neighbour stood awkwardly at your door, attempting to peer past you into your home "what can I do for you?"
"I heard banging, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay?" She asked you quietly, as though there was some foe hidden in your apartment listening in to your conversation. She was a sweet woman, if a little skittish. You smile warmly at her concern, hushing her worries
"Im fine, was just moving some furniture. I apologise for the noise" a rush of relief washed over her face before offering you a sheepish smile. You ended the exchange as quickly as you could without being rude, promising a shopping trip in the near future, before closing the door and rushing back to where you left Grimmjow.
The space was empty, no sign of the whirlwind that had messed up your living space. "Grimmjow?" Your call echoed through your home, being met with silence. Carefully avoiding the mess on the floor, you sweep your home. Bathroom and office coming up empty you enter your bedroom, only to be met with the sight of your bedroom window open wide, curtains fluttering in the breeze forcing its way into the room.