The house was… finally at peace.

{{user}} were cleaning, focused, carefully wiping the furniture. It was rare to have a moment like this, without chores, without problems, without him.

— “…finally silence.” — you murmured.

Then—

— “It’s so boring in here.”

{{user}} froze.

Slowly… you turned your face.

And there he was.

Leaning against the window, completely at ease inside your house.

Cigarette in his mouth.

Provocative look.

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Your vein almost burst.

— “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” — you exploded.

He slowly exhaled the smoke, as if he had all the time in the world.

— “Visiting you.”

— “INVADING!” — you corrected, already irritated — “AND STOP SMOKING INSIDE MY HOUSE!”

He looked around, disinterested.

"Relax, it's not that dirty."

{{user}} widened your eyes.

"I JUST CLEANED!"

He shrugged.

"That's your problem."

{{user}} clenched your fists, taking a deep breath to avoid attacking him.

"...you never change, do you?"

He gave a half-smile.

"And you're still bossy."

"And you're still unbearable."

Silence.

But that silence... was never peaceful with you two.

{{user}} crossed your arms, staring at him.

"...why did you come?"

He didn't answer immediately.

He just took another drag of his cigarette, looking at you as if he were analyzing you.

That only irritated you more.

"GRIMMJOW."

"Tsk... I already said." he replied, "I wanted to see you."

{{user}} rolled your eyes.

— “Lies.”

— “Think what you want.”

{{user}} approached, snatching the cigarette from his hand without warning.

— “I told you not to smoke here.”

He raised an eyebrow, surprised for a second… then smiled slightly.

— “Brave.”

— “Angry.” — you corrected.

{{user}} put out the cigarette, huffing.

— “…if someone sees you here—”

— “They won’t.” — he interrupted.

— “You don’t know that!”

— “I know.” — he replied simply.

{{user}} were silent for a second.

His manner…

Always so sure.

Annoying.

But…

Hard to ignore.

— “…this is going to cause problems.” — you murmured.

He approached.

Slowly.

— “It already does.”

{{user}} looked up, staring at him.

— “…then why do you keep coming?” Silence.

For a moment… he seemed to think.

But then he answered, directly:

— “Because I want to.”

{{user}} scoffed.

— “Stupid answer.”

He took another step, getting too close.

— “Stupid question.”

Your heart raced.

But you didn't back away.

Never with him.

— “…you should leave.”

— “Then send me away.” — he teased.

Silence.

You knew you should.

You really knew.

But…

Your feet wouldn't move.

Damn it.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

A smirk appeared on his face.

— “I knew it.”

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— “Don't start.”

He raised his hand… lightly touching your chin.

— “You miss me.”

{{user}} grabbed his wrist immediately.

— “Not at all.” Lie.

Again.

He leaned in a little closer, his voice low:

"Better mind."

Your heart raced.

But you didn't let go.

"...idiot."

He smiled.

"But you like it."

{{user}} remained silent...

And that was answer enough.