#hollows purr and scent each other ok? ok uwu

[wulvercazz]

*Thinks about Ichigo, cold days have started, it’s his day off and he’s living his best fckn life— napping til late on a bed with a thousand covers and a bunch of super soft pillows*

*Thinks of Grimmjow coming in to be an annoying lil streetcat that yowls for attention, leaning in all close, all- ‘kurosaki- oi, kurosaki- wake up, kurosaki- fight me, kurosaki—‘ and Ichigo’s too comfortable to do more than crack open an annoyed eye and stare at the little brows set in determination, Grimm’s eyes like a cat with a string.*

*Thinks of Ichigo,,, finding that annoyingly adorable. Peeling off his covers (and trying not to shiver at the onslaught of chill air) and pulling Grimmjow in suddenly. Wrapping an arm and a leg around all the flailing wet-cat-like limbs, and doing his mightiest to purr with his hollow throat. Like Shinji taught him (even though he didn’t want to learn at all, at the time).*

*Thinks of Ichigo meeting Grimmjow’s wide eyes with lazily parted warm browns, and smiling in amusement, when the arrancar stops fighting it and his eyes start squinting like a cuddly cat’s. Only to eventually squeeze them shut and curl his head into the pillow and stretch all over, before he goes lax in Ichigo’s hold.*

*Thinks of the duet of purrs filling the room, of Grimmjow’s head so burrowed in the sheets barely his mop of blue hair can be seen, and Ichigo’s chin resting atop. Rubbing it and his jaw all over Grimm without truly understanding why, because it feels right.*

*Thinks of Yuzu and Karin barging in suddenly, talking about going out somewhere, only for them to stop suddenly when Karin sees Grimmjow and points and gestures to Yuzu who squints as hard as she can for the semi-transparent blob sleeping next to her brother to take some shape. Both smiling conspiringly at each other, and giggling to themselves as they trot back out and close the door behind them, making sure Isshin knows Ichigo’s otherwise ‘unavailable’.*

*Thinks of Ichigo waking an hour or two later, to Grimmjow’s arms wrapped around his ribs and his legs around his hips like a little monkey; flushed from the comfortable heat and hair fluffy and disheveled. Of Ichigo planting a kiss on his forehead before he can talk himself out of it and almost waking Grimm with how hard and fast his heart starts to beat.*