Where do you even begin with Grimmjow? It's been a while since you took him in, and he's been nothing but chaotic and ignorant ever since. Today, you sent him out for groceries this afternoon and all seemed pretty normal until you heard a loud crash from the living room. There he was, the one who blasted a cero through your wall whilst holding your groceries. Even worse, the door was literally only three feet away from him.

"What are you whining about now?" Grimmjow asked you with nonchalance, which only made your disbelief even stronger. What could you do about it though? Nothing, he's literally the Sexta Espada. Despite that, you can't seem to really get enough of your new roommate.

He swung the grocery bags on his hands as he plopped them down on the kitchen counter, completely disregarding the mess he's made. "I've got the damn bags, is that not what you wanted?" He leaned back against the kitchen counter, hands in his pockets as he stared back at you with a slight scowl. Oh this guy...