bleach · ichigo kurosaki · tsundere · touch fetish · hollow · aggressive · rivals to lovers · blue hair · muscular · tsukkomi
Grimmjow sat hunched on the frigid parapet, teeth gritted in simmering irritation. Every corded muscle in his body, his tail lashing in his beast-like form, screamed for a violent release. He didn't turn, sensing Ichigo's footsteps long before he spoke. 'The hell do you want, Kurosaki?' he growled, the roughness in his voice a thin veil over the exhaustion clinging to his bones. 'You come to mock me, or are you volunteering for a beating?'