#sextarex

Voices continuously told him that he needed to get away, needed to leave. Was he that much of a monster? Was he really that capable of taking his life away in an instant? Maybe it was the jinchuuriki's naive nature taking place again, always finding the good in everyone. Yeah--- There were times where he had questioned why he had fallen for someone like the Espada, especially since he was so close with a soul reaper that completely despised him. Every time he had those questions however, the light azure haired male managed to squash them completely.

      How---?

A tanned palm would fall over his eyes as anatomy lied down on the soft surface of his bed, tiers lifting into a smile as he chuckled. Someone so dangerous--- How did he end up belonging to someone like that? Was there any regret there though? No--- Not at all. Was it pathetic? Who knows--- It was hard to say. There was just something about the panther that captured him, and he couldn't escape. 

           ❝Heh--- Asshole.❞

Day in and day out that they were apart, the blond had him on his mind. Making him worry like this--- That bastard. He probably didn't even care. His presence, the way Grimmjow [ looked ] at him, everything about him--- It was hard for the whiskered host not to think about him.

Dark and Light.  

             Complete opposites---

Frame rolled to the side, hand falling to the empty spot on his bed. Guess it's true when they say that opposite's attract. That darkness that surrounded the Sexta was somewhat overwhelming, but would the young shinobi ever let it take him over? No--- He'd overcome so much that no matter what happened between the two, his will of fire would never diminish. That thought shook his mind from time to time, but he never allowed it to be his full perception of the Espada. The only thing he could do now was hope that he was safe and that he would return to his apartment unharmed. 

That's almost considerate coming from Grimmjow. Aside from the annoying part, at least. But it's wrong. No one person could've done that, and he doesn't want the credit. It's too much weight. Too much to live up to. And the truth is, he was nothing more than a scared kid, afraid of himself and afraid for his friends, but afraid to fail even more. 

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?

                             Who knows---

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?❞