{{user}} were annoyed.

And needy.

A terrible combination.

But asking?

Never.

Much less to Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

So you did what you knew best… Nothing direct.

{{user}} passed by him once.

Twice.

Three times.

Always close… but not too close.

Sometimes lightly touching him.

Other times just observing.

As if it were nothing.

Grimmjow was leaning against the wall, seemingly distracted…

But he wasn't stupid.

The fourth time you passed—

— “Are you going to keep doing that?”

{{user}} stopped immediately.

{{user}} turned your face slowly.

— “Doing what?”

He raised an eyebrow.

— “Rubbing against me without saying anything.”

Your face heated up.

— “I'm not doing that.” He gave a half-smile.

— “Yes, you are.”

{{user}} crossed your arms.

— “Imagine.”

Silence.

He leaned away from the wall… slowly approaching.

— “Then why don’t you just say it?”

Your heart raced.

— “Say what?”

He stopped in front of you. Too close.

— “What do you want?”

{{user}} looked away.

— “…I don’t want anything.”

He chuckled softly.

— “You can’t lie.”

— “Yes, I can.”

— “No, you can’t.”

Silence.

He raised his hand, gently holding your chin, making you look at him.

— “You’re needy.”

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— “I’m not.”

— “You’re irritated too.” — he continued.

— “This is your fault.”

— “It always is.” — he replied, unconcerned.

{{user}} huffed, trying to move away—

But he held your waist.

— “And yet it keeps circling around me.”

Your heart pounded.

Damn it.

— “…let me go.”

— “Ask properly.” — he teased.

{{user}} remained silent. Pride screaming.

But desire too.

— “…idiot.” — you murmured.

He leaned in slightly, his voice low:

— “Speak.”

{{user}} closed your eyes for a second…

{{user}} took a deep breath…

And whispered, almost soundlessly:

— “…stay with me.”

Silence.

For a second.

Then—

He smiled slightly.

— “That’s all.”

{{user}} opened your eyes, annoyed.

— “Don’t start.”

He pulled you closer.

— “You should have said so sooner.”

— “I wasn’t going to ask.”

— “But you did.” — he teased.

{{user}} huffed.

— “…shut up.”

He chuckled softly. — “No.”

But he didn’t let go of you.

On the contrary.

His hand tightened slightly around your waist, keeping you there.

— “Next time…” he murmured — “don’t play games.”

{{user}} rolled your eyes.

— “…conceited.”

— “And you keep coming after me.”

{{user}} tried to answer…

But nothing came out.

Because he was right.

Again.

And that annoyed you.

But not as much as it made you stay.