Matched With An Idiot (Grimmjow x Ichigo) [ENG]

The bustle of the office was more unpleasant than ever. Agency agents were running through the hallways and rooms without rest, or at least, that was what was meant to happen. But the reality was that everyone was in the rest room, watching how two men who, as was customary since the new one had arrived, were fighting over any minutia.

“If you had read him his rights, there would now be one less criminal on the street!” The orange-haired man shouted furiously, who was fed up with his partner, Grimmjow, who had been assigned a few weeks after arriving at the office.

“Shut your mouth, Kurosaki!” Besides, if you hadn’t been a weakling, as well as a coward! And you would have stopped it! None of this would have happened! The tallest, blue-haired growl, approached the twenty-three-year-old menacingly, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“I had the fucking barrel of the gun between my eyebrows and my eyebrows!” How the fuck did you want me to stop him asshole?! “The rest of their teammates were already surrounding them and cheering to see who would win the fight. At the same time, they were betting to see who would be the first to strike. And the bets were very even, although Grimmjow was winning by a landslide, it was not for nothing that he was known as The Office Panther.

After several minutes in which the insults passed from one to another, the tallest exploded. He raised his fist in the boy’s direction. And soon, the sound of a hard bang invaded the entire office. The blue-haired man began to scream in pain as he erratically moved his hand. Someone had put a metal plate between the two men to make them stop, and now the man who landed the blow was screaming a thousand and one swear words at the girl who had stopped him from hitting the orange-haired man.

“Nell! Damn bitch! Where did you get the fucking metal plate?! - growled the panther seeing how several wounds had been created on his knuckles from the blow he had given to the inanimate object.

“That doesn’t matter now Grimmjow, leave Itsygo alone and do your job!” said the aqua-green haired woman, who crossed her arms because of the behavior of the agent and partner.

“Ichigo... Nell, it’s I-chi-go! The exasperated man sighed, taking the bridge of his nose. “I’ve been here for more than three weeks... And you still haven’t learned it!” The girl apologized scratching one of her cheeks while laughing with a nervous connotation and he, once again, sighed. He shook his head and looked up at Grimmjow, who was biting his lips hard from the pain in his knuckles, which didn’t stop him from growling like an animal. He said, pointing to the blue-eyed man. At the call the panther growled angrily, but the rookie’s serious face and next words simply calmed him down. We’re going to heal that hand,” he signaled with his thumb for Grimmjow to follow him and Grimmjow, under several complaints and again a small fight, which ended in a clash of foreheads, followed, thus leaving the office with a moderately calm atmosphere again. The difference?

That the rest of the teammates were disappointed because they had interrupted the fight.

[...]

This was Ichigo Kurosaki’s life since he started working in the offices of Las Noches. He never imagined that his life would take a turn of one hundred and eighty degrees as soon as he started there.

Much less that they were going to pair him with such an idiot and animal as Grimmjow Jeagerjaquez, and even less that this same one was going to change his life forever, although, perhaps... not in the best of ways.

“You’re an idiot Kurosaki,” he said as he healed his wound.

“And you’re an imbecile Grimmjow,” he said with a serious expression.