"You really did it this time." Rose hummed. Kensei responded with a groan and glare headed in the blonde's direction.
"It wasn't meant to upset her, just her to shut up." He explained. He ran a gloved hand through his hair, trying to think of a way to fix the situation. It started like any other fit; A ridiculous request, someone – Kensei- denying her that request, followed by Mashiro throwing herself to the ground, flailing her limbs, and declaring that her offender was a 'meanie'. He had tried to calm her down at first, but eventually he because so enraged, that he ended up using a forbidden set of words. Grow up. The words were taboo around the green haired vizard and the way they rolled off her companions tongue left a stinging feeling in both their chests. Everyone had been so on edge with the exile and adjusting in the human world, that he was in no mood to deal with her babbling. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What am I gonna do with her?"
"Just a thought, but you could apologize." Rose suggested, flipping through his magazine nonchalantly. Kensei was never one to admit he was wrong. He also had no idea how to word an apology. He sucked up his pride, heading towards the girl's room. It was around midnight and whenever Mashiro threw a fit, she'd put herself to bed as soon as she got to her room. He stood in front of the old door. He was still running through what to say, but decided to wing it. He didn't bother knocking and cracked it.
Surely enough, she was settled under the butterfly patterned covers, asleep. The silver haired man sighed, moving the covers over a bit and crawling into bed next to her. She'd done this many times when they fought, crawled into bed with him and they made up with actions instead of words. He decided it was the best way to apologize. She was shaking, small whimpers escaping her plump lips. This reminded him of their argument. She'd been telling him and Rose she was having nightmares and requested Kensei sleep with her. 'Grow up Mashiro, you don't need me to baby you.'
He wrapped an arm around her, his chest pressed to her slender back. He rested his face in her hair. She smelled like vanilla, the scent she'd constantly go on about how much she loved. "I'm sorry." He whispered to her. He knew Mashiro's fits and whining were to cope with the pain she was feeling. It was to hide the searing scar that rested on her heart.
He heard her giggle a bit, before turning at facing him. "Stupid Kensei." She mumbled. She rested a small hand on his face. Kensei leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. They never talked about how much they cared about each other, they didn't have to. No affectionate words or labels were needed. Their relationship was between them and only them.