"ωσмαη"
That was what Grimmjow always referred Orihime as in conversation, and today was no exception.
"Woman, just make sure to stay out of trouble."
"She has a name, Grimmjow, much like you do," Celestina said, her eyes with their usual tough spark in them. She wasn't afraid of no one, especially not Grimmjow.
"No one asked you, b*tch!" he exclaimed, secretly feeling a pang in his chest. He had no idea why, but he did know one thing. He always felt it only with her.
"Whatever," she shrugged, already giving up the argument and walking away. "Hey, I'm not done with you!" But she was done with him as secretly, those words had hurt her.
Before he chased after her, he found that woman Orihime eyeing him suspiciously, causing him to cough somewhat nervously.
"Ah, whatever! Who cares what she thinks!"
"You do, don't you, Grimmjow?" she questioned, her voice tinted with accusation. Orihime was more than aware of the two's love-hate relationship and how they always choose to deny the love part.
"H*ll no, it's just-" he began, his teeth clenching as he tried to find a suitable excuse. "Nevermind! You won't understand anyways."
And with that, he walked off, his thoughts overwhelming every single one of his senses.
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"ℓιкє мє ƒσя вєιηg мє"
While still in his thoughts, Grimmjow had found it hard to train, his frustration and confusion causing his punches to either be weak or miss entirely.
"F*ck it, I can't even get in the mood."
"And why do you think that is?"
"Look, woman, just stay out of my feelings," he began, sitting down on the bench and looking over his shoulder at the girl. She was f*cking annoying, why wouldn't she just leave him alone?
"I will, when you don't," Orihime replied, sitting beside the scruffy looking man in his light training outfit. It was simple, only consisting of sweatpants and a tee.
"What the h*ll does that mean?" "It means that we should start simple, like making you actually admit you love Celestina."
He literally choked on the water he was drinking, coughing and sputtering out the liquid from his mouth as he tried to grasp on the concept the woman was suggesting.
He wiped the side of his mouth as he looked at her with a dumbfounded expression, her looking back at him with one completely opposite. It consisted of seriousness.
"You've got to be joking. Love Celestina?"
Right when he said that, his hand on the edge of the bench gripped the wooden seat, so hard it was almost to the point of breaking. Just by saying the words aloud did he realize they were true.
Sure, she was a blunt b*tch if said truthfully, but that was the main reason he liked her. She wouldn't change for no one, and he loved that about her the most. She reminded him... of himself.
As he took the silence as a way to collect his thoughts, Orihime eyed the man with content. She had finally broke him to realize exactly what he was feeling. That was an achievement in itself.
Finally, after a few minutes of contemplating did he nod, succumbing to the obvious fact that he had fallen for the girl with a tough attitude.
"Fine, I love her. Now what?"
