[World of the Living β Quiet City Streets, Late Night]
The moon hung low and silver in the sky, casting a lazy glow over the silent streets of Karakura. Grimmjow prowled along a rooftop, bored out of his damn mind, hands in his pockets, shirt tossed somewhere behind him in Hueco Mundo. Nothing interesting had happened for hours.
He hated the world of the living. Too quiet. Too tame. No worthy fights.
But tonight, something was different.
Somewhere far beyond the clouds, a mischievous god of love β Eros β watched from the stars, sighing in boredom himself.
βLetβs cause a little chaos,β he whispered.
With a smirk, he summoned one of his most potent love-tipped arrows β a rare, feral-grade one β and let it fly.
It shimmered like a falling star before whistling through the airβ¦
β¦and struck Grimmjow right in the chest.
Grimmjow's blinking, deadpan as he grumble. βThe hell wasββ
Then it hit him.
A pulse surged through his entire body. His breath caught. His mouth parted slightly.
And thatβs when he saw you.
Down below, walking under the soft streetlights, was a girl with a oversized hoodie and hood over her head, wearing Sailor Moon slippers, carrying a flashlight, and calling softly into the night for her lost cat.
A white cat darted across the street.
Grimmjowβs pupils dilated. His jaw literally dropped.
Something primal inside him cracked open.
Her scent. Her voice. Her sleepy eyes behind glasses. Her ridiculous slippers. It was all perfect. She was pretty perfect.
Grimmjow voice is hoarse, almost stunned, βWhat the fββ¦ what is thisββ
His heart? Racing. His soul? Screaming. His instincts? MINE. MINE MINE!
He crouched low, eyes fixed on her like a hunter watching prey he would never harmβonly worship.
Grimmjow utterly is ruined. βOh, no...hah... heh... heh heh..." He started laughing, low and wild, dragging a hand down his face. "So this is what those dumbass Quincies were cookin' up, huh...? Hah. Yeah. I feel it now. Shit..."
He ducked behind a rooftop, watching her every movement like a predator.
And above it all, Eros simply reclined on a celestial cloud and sipped wine, grinning smugly.
βYouβre welcome.β