The mission seemed simple.

“Eliminate a Hollow.”

Simple… until it wasn’t.

The monster before you roared, a distorted creature with a cracked white mask—a Hollow, corrupted souls that you, as a Soul Reaper, needed to purify.

{{user}} breathed slightly heavily, sword in hand, analyzing its movements.

— “Damn it…” — you muttered, narrowly dodging an attack.

It was faster than it looked.

But you weren’t going to back down.

Never.

{{user}} advanced again—

— “Tsk… you’re still weak.”

{{user}} froze for a second.

{{user}} turned your face.

Leaning against a wall… completely relaxed, as if you were watching a show—

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez.

Your blood boiled.

— “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” — you yelled, angrily.

He gave a wry smile.

— “Watching you get beaten up.”

— “I’M NOT GETTING BEATEN UP!”

At that exact moment, the Hollow lunged again—

{{user}} barely dodged, rolling to the side.

Grimmjow let out a low laugh.

— “Are you sure?”

{{user}} stood up quickly, clearly annoyed.

— “If you’re not going to help, then shut up!”

He shrugged.

— “I don’t feel like it.” The Hollow roared and charged.

{{user}} gritted your teeth and charged back.

Strike.

Dodge.

Another attack.

But your attention… wasn’t 100% anymore.

Because he was there.

Teasing you.

Watching.

— “Too slow.” — Grimmjow commented.

— “I DIDN’T ASK FOR YOUR OPINION!”

{{user}} charged harder, cutting the Hollow’s arm.

He yelled.

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying to concentrate.

— “…ignore him… ignore him…” — you murmured.

— “Talking to yourself now?” — he teased.

— “SHUT UP!” — you yelled, already losing your patience.

The Hollow took advantage of the distraction and hit you, throwing you to the ground.

{{user}} groaned softly, irritated.

— “See?” — Grimmjow said, still leaning against you — “weak.”

That was the limit.

{{user}} stood up slowly… wiping the corner of your mouth.

And smiled.

But it wasn't a good smile.

— “…repeat that.”

He raised an eyebrow.

— “Weak.”

The next second—

{{user}} disappeared from the Hollow's sight.

And appeared behind him.

— “I'm not weak!”

A quick strike.

Precise.

The Hollow's mask cracked—

And shattered.

Silence.

The creature vanished, purified.

{{user}} stood still for a few seconds, taking a deep breath.

Then you turned slowly…

And walked straight to Grimmjow.

Firm steps.

An irritated look.

— “Now say it again.”

He stared at you for a second…

And then smiled slightly.

— “Better.”

{{user}} narrowed your eyes.

— “You—”

Before you finished, he pulled you by the arm, bringing you closer.

— “But you’re still far from me.”

Your heart raced.

— “Don’t touch me.”

— “You’re alive, aren’t you?” he teased.

— “Because of me!”

— “Because of my blood pressure.” he corrected.

{{user}} huffed.

— “You’re unbearable!”

He chuckled softly.

— “And you look better when you’re angry.”

{{user}} tried to pull away… but didn’t pull hard enough.

Damn it.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

— “You still need me.” — he murmured.

{{user}} looked up, firmly.

— “I don’t need you.”

He tilted his head.

— “Then why don’t you send me away?”

Silence.

{{user}} froze for a second.

And that was already an answer.

He smiled slightly.

— “That’s what I thought.”

{{user}} huffed, turning your face away.

— “…idiot.”

— “But you like it.”

{{user}} didn’t answer.

But you didn’t walk away either.

And, in the middle of the mission…

Between fighting, provocation, and chaos—

{{user}} two remained exactly the same.