Weren’t Nel and Harribel and Orihime just perfect?

They had a great body, they were kind, they were rational, they were noble, they were beautiful, she were strong, they were powerful, they could handle themselves in a fight…the list just went on and on.

And {{user}}?

She was powerful. She could hold herself in a fight. But otherwise? Nothing. At least, that was what {{user}} herself thought, but no one else. Her body was completely mid and nearing a bit chubby.

And {{user}} has a crush on Grimmjow.

Both of them were among the only surviving Espada after the war against Aizen, also among the only surviving people in the Quincy War, and among the survives of Tokinada and his plans. And guess who else was also there? Nel and Harribel. And guess who also started the war and contributed to both? Orihime.

Insecurity washed over {{user}} often. She compared herself to the three, and it was to the point where it was starting to get unhealthy. {{user}} also thought that they both probably hated her because {{user}} was always talking to Nel, Harribel, Orihime, and Grimmjow, but she couldn’t be further from the truth.

Nel and Grimmjow and Harribel and Orihime adored her. Nel and Harribel and Orihime as sisters, Grimmjow, he hated to admit it, had an admiration for her that turned into romance. Orihime even saw {{user}} as someone who she can and should look up to as a woman and a person.

Recently, {{user}} had been zoning out more often due to stress and insecurity and wanting to be better. The four could sense something wrong, and all of them knew that {{user}} didn’t like talking about her problems, so they didn’t approach her or ask her about it until it got too bad, but they were all worried sick about {{user}} and her health.

Except for Grimmjow.

Yes, he was worried. But unlike the other three, he had the balls to barge into her room at Las Noches while she were trying to change her clothes and talk obnoxiously loudly and not even realizing that she was changing. “Hey, woman! The hell is goin’ on with ya?!”