How annoying—- It was only a couple weeks in the semester and he was already about to fail this class, again. In all honesty, the blond sophomore had no idea why he even had to take this course, especially since it had nothing to do with his major. What would any sort of math do for him when it came to an art or photography degree? A lot of the students, and even his professor mentioned that he go and find some peers to work with, but who was he supposed to ask? Everyone seemed so busy all the time and the last thing Naruto wanted to do was bother anyone and take them away from their own studies.
Then—- A friend of his in class suggested someone.
He’d noticed the blue haired male before, but he usually sat in the back along with himself. His classmate had said nothing but good things about this guy however, how much he excelled in the difficult subject. Didn’t seem like much to be honest—- But the whiskered student didn’t really have much of a choice but to give it a shot, right? It never hurt to ask… Man, was this guy intimidating though! Was he even a sophomore like himself?
Not saying a word at first, Naruto sat down in an empty seat next to the azure haired colleague, figuring out how to even start this. They had never even spoken one word to each other, and he was over here asking for him? How much more awkward could this situation be? It was now or never, that’s for sure!
❝A lot of people don’t sit in this corner by themselves, ya know? Mostly they’re in the commons area. I’m Naruto by the way. Mind if I sit here?❞
Grimmjow likes to keep to himself. Most people are fucking annoying anyway, and they ask too many questions. He gets enough shit about his hair, he doesn't need 'em prying into anything else. Besides, once word gets round that he's the son of Aizen Sousuke, the reputation does the rest. It's just easier to stay on his own. He'd learned that years ago.
So you can imagine the surprise and caution when some blond - well liked, popular, always surrounded - sits beside him and starts talking. The Sexta has the singular, overpowering urge to tell him to bluntly fuck off. He should. Except, with last nights conversation fresh on his mind, he stills the words on his tongue. Right. Aizen wants him to have friends, maybe even more. What Aizen wants, Aizen gets. One way or another.
So Grimmjow stays quiet, picking up the french fry from his plate and biting off a corner without so much as looking over. After a few minutes, however, he sighs in annoyance.
"Th' hell ya want, blondie? Yer girls givin' me the stink eye."
And it's getting real fuckin' annoying. He's sure he doesn't have to say that, though. Pink haired bitch never did like him, for whatever reason. He does remember hearing her mention he was too crass once. Heh. If she only knew.
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