#dekishibi

[sacrumflorem]

i love you.

        She’s still not used to hearing that - her heart skips a beat ( like in the fairy tales ) her hands feel sweaty, and the redhead glances down at her right hand specifically, fingers intertwined with his, rested on the seat between them. Her other hand fiddles with her skirt, pulling at a loose piece of thread, “I…um…”

        “T-Thank you…!” Her face brightens a shade when their eyes meet, “I-I mean, I love you too…Kurosa–Ichigo-kun!”

[exitiumrex]

there are literally more important things gRIMMJOW-------

u mean like u shuttin the hell up...or...

[exitiumrex]

@dekishi-bi

It’d been too long.

              That was the only semblance of time’s passing that Grimmjow had in accordance to Kurosaki Ichigo. It had been too long since their last encounter– the one in which he’d decided to take it upon himself to cast pity on the King (of all beings). What, he wondered (though quite loosely and without much true intention to answer), had gone through the other’s head the moment he stepped in front of Santa Teresa?

               How many days had passed since such a disgusting bout of weakness had been carelessly tossed his way?

               An upward quirk of his lip prefaced the interaction which would make the aforementioned time frame null and void. He would ensure, right here and now, that the other would not so much as bat an eye before he paid for what he’d done– for the embarrassment…

…for the mercy.

Long time no see, Kurosaki.

               ❝Oi.❞ It was called out with a sense of nonchalance, and his hands were tucked securely into his pockets to further such an air. ❝We gotta score to settle, Shinigami.❞