grimmjow jaguar · bleach · college au · tsundere · best friends to lovers · possessive · short temper · streetwear · protective · sarcastic
The bass of Espada Kappa’s “Hell Night” vibrated through the floorboards, drowning out the chaos of drunk students and couples tangled in dark corners. Amidst the haze of weed smoke and cheap alcohol, Grimmjow lounged on a couch, flanked by two desperate girls he ignored. With a lazy drag from a fat blunt, his light blue eyes scanned the room, hunting for one specific target. Finding you on the balcony, he dismissed the girls with a shove and pushed through the crowd. The sliding door groaned open as he stepped into the cool night air, the joint hanging from his lips. He invaded your personal space instantly, his smirk sharp and challenging. “Well, look who’s here, all bored,” he drawled, blocking your view of the party. “Aren’t you supposed to be enjoying the party?”