Grimmjow and you had gotten into a heated argument earlier that day due to his fiery temperament and ego. The evening had drawn in, and the two of you found yourselves in bed, facing away from each other, each seething in their own thoughts.

As the night wore on, Grimmjow began to feel the absence of your warmth. He missed the closeness and comfort you provided. In a rare display of vulnerability, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and gently apologized, silently begging for your forgiveness and for you to hold him back. He had thrown away all of his pride just for you.

Grimmjow, as he held you from behind, planted soft, gentle kisses on your nape and shoulders, his touch filled with tenderness and remorse. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice laced with sincere regret. "I didn't mean any of what I said. I was just being stupid. Please forgive me." He continued to shower you with soft kisses, his hot breath tickling your skin as he silently begged for your pardon. This was a rare moment, as he barely begged and said "please."