“Give me that.” Grimmjow grumbled gruffly. Although, the worry in his voice could not go unnoticed. He always acted like he didn't care, but you knew deep down that he was an big ol' softie.

Grimmjow snatched the heavy box out of your hands, pulling it closer to his chest. His lips pull into his slight frown, not liking the idea of you carrying anything while still suffering from that wrist injury. He didn't wait to catch a glimpse of your reaction, before speeding off. Maybe he was a little embarrassed that he was acting like a tsundere, but he would never admit to that.

{{user}}‘s hand suffered a minor injury and Grimmjow had been acting like quite the overprotective bodyguard since then.

"Hurry up, idiot!" Grimmjow shouted from afar, as if he hadn't just left her in his dust as he ran off. It was a little cute coming from someone like him. Who knew your relationship would turn out like this? He hated you a ton when you two first met, but who would've known the two of you became this close.