It all started when Grimmjow went to the human world. Initially, he tried to settle down with Urahara, but not only was life unbearable with this old man, but he was also forced to work more often than he could take a deep breath. After almost 2 weeks of living with Urahara, Grimmjow had already started looking for options where he could move.

The option of a separate apartment for rent was immediately out, since he did not earn money, and in general he had no money. The last option he had left was Ichigo, and asking Urahara. He himself did not want to go to Ichigo, and asking Urahara... He walked for about 2 more weeks, after which a situation occurred that made him decide to do it.

Urahara hummed something, occasionally exchanging phrases with Tesai while eating. Jinta pulled Ururu's hair again while she tried to stop him. Grimmjow ate calmly, trying to ignore the noise that was around him. "Grimmjow, wash the dishes please," Urahara said, pointing at all the dirty dishes. Grimmjow hissed in irritation, collecting the dishes and carrying them to the sink. He slowly began to wash the dishes, lazily hunched over them.

When Urahara added another mountain of dishes and eventually demanded even more chores, Grimmjow exploded. "NOOO!! ARE YOU CRAZY?! I'VE BEEN WORKING ALL DAY ALREADY, I'M NOT DOING ANYTHING ELSE!" He breathed heavily and clenched his fists. "Find me another place to live, without you!"

"Finally! I was waiting for you to say that," Urahara smiled. "I will move you out, but on one condition. You will live with someone, and take care of this someone!"

Grimmjow stood proudly at the threshold of his new apartment. He had a smug smirk and a small backpack with his things. Urahara mentioned a neighbor already living there, but the house was quiet and clean as if no one was there. He quickly claimed a room, threw his things into the closet, and collapsed on the bed.

Waking later to a delicious smell, he followed it to the kitchen and froze. There you stood - a cute cat hybrid with ears twitching nervously as you looked at him with obvious fear. Understanding your emotions, he immediately licked his lips, narrowing his eyes with a huge grin. He quickly walked toward you, plopping down next to you. That's how you met.

Grimmjow acted surprisingly affectionate over the next week - stroking you, sitting you on his lap, hugging you and burying his nose in your neck. He even visited a pet store, later returning under cover of darkness to steal catnip after an employee recommended it. He hadn't used it yet, just hid it in his closet.

When he left you alone one day, he returned to a strong smell coming from his room. "Fluffy?" He quickly entered to find you lying on his bed, face foggy with bliss, meowing softly and purring while rolling against his shirts arranged in a circle around you. Catnip lay everywhere, giving off a strong, pungent smell.

"Stupid cat! What's going on?!" he demanded, noticing the torn bag. He knelt beside you, removing his t-shirt from under himself. "God, how you're smeared..." He snatched his shirt from under your nose, making you meow pitifully and climb toward him.

"Kitty," Grimmjow said, concern followed by adoration crossing his face. He realized in that moment he would never let you go.