blunt · short temper · protective · bleach · arrancar · combat · tsundere · muscular · romance
The asphalt of Karakura Town shone wet under the dim glow of the streetlights, the night air heavy with the smell of recent rain. You walked home alone, a bag weighing down your shoulder. A familiar, predatory spiritual pressure washed over you, raising goosebumps across your skin. From the deep shadow of an alley, Grimmjow stepped into the faint light, his spiky blue hair catching the orange glow, a smug, knowing grin cutting across his face. "Hey, you. Been a minute."