A/N: Hello! I know this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I was in the mood for something fluffy since my other stories are kinda serious right now. Anyway, i've had this idea for a while now since i just couldn't leave Shiro all sad and depressed. I also wanted to portray what he thinks from his point of view. I hope this is ok.

Shiro laid on his bed well into the late hours of the night, his arms behind his head, his legs crossed, knees in the air. He laid there silently for what felt like hours, staring at the ceiling in his dorm.

It's been six months since the death of his parents, and Shiro still felt an aching hole in his chest whenever he thought of them. Well, who wouldn't feel like this after losing their only family? He thought of them every day, their absence weighing on him like an invisible weight that chained him down every waking hour. It got a little better when he was asleep though, because then he could forget about everything in the empty void of his mind. But that was when he didn't have nightmares. Those seemed to be plaguing him more often now as he tried to drown his thoughts in his sleep. They came as if to bring back the pain of his loss just as it was starting to fade a little. They had gotten so bad that he was afraid to even close his eyes at night.

Shiro rolled over onto his side with a sigh and started at his alarm clock. It was 1:49 in the morning. Well that wasn't good. He had a big history test first thing that morning at school, and if he didn't get enough rest and ace it, Kuroh would be all over him with a scolding and worried suggestions on his health.

A small smile graced the albino's face at the thought of his neighbor: Kuroh Yatogami. Honestly, Shiro had no idea where he would be right now if not for that samurai. Kuroh seemed to be the only one to truly understand what he was going through. Everyone offered their condolences, sure, they felt sympathy for him. But that was the thing. They sympathized with him, not empathized. Kuroh knew how Shiro felt in this position because he had been in it before, experienced it. Because of this, Kuroh didn't just say "I'm sorry for you loss," but he also made a point just to be with Shiro whenever possible. Shiro was really thankful that he had Kuroh with him, otherwise he would probably be in a dark, deep pit of depression. He was lucky enough to be able to stay at the school after his parents were no longer there to support him. Without the scholarship the school was willing to offer the young prodigy, Shiro would be who-knows-where. And it would be a long way away from Kuroh.

Another sigh escaped him as Shiro watched the small hands of the clock ticking away. He didn't even feel like sleeping. He felt emotionally and mentally exhausted, but he couldn't bring himself to close his eyes. He was afraid to. His room was so dark and cold, the emptiness around him pushing in as if wanting to suffocate him, snuff him out of the world.

A pang went through Shiro's chest as he thought about what it was like to be at home, knowing that his parents were there in the house with him. They didn't sleep in the same room, but he just knew that they were there. But here? Here, he didn't have anything like that. He was alone in his dorm room, feeling absolutely cold.

But I'm not cold when Kuroh's around.

Shiro's eyebrows furrowed slightly at that thought. Where had that come from? Without really thinking about it, he looked at the wall that separated his room and Kuroh's.

And he's right over there.

A head of white hair bobbed up in the darkness as Shiro sat up to stare at the wall properly. He was so tempted to just go over there and seek the comfort of the only person who seemed to understand him. Everyone else seemed to be getting tired of his "grieving act" and were just wishing that he would get over it already and stop moping. Of course, people like Kukuri were better than that, but that was only a handful of people. Kuroh on the other hand, still acted as delicately as if the tragedy had just occurred. But he didn't treat Shiro like he was a frail infant, thank goodness, he was just more compassionate toward him and seemed to know what to say and when.

Shiro's desire to not be alone anymore compelled him to get up. He didn't want to bother Kuroh at this hour, but really, who else could he turn to?

Padding softly across the floor, the albino quietly left his dorm, closing his door behind him with a small "click." Immediately, he walked one door down to Kuroh's room and experimentally tried the door. It was locked, no surprise there. With a small smirk, Shiro slipped out two bobby pins (which he had plucked from Kuroh's hair to tease him with the previous day) from his pocket and inserted them into the lock.

After a few expert twists, the locks clicked and Shiro was able to push his way inside. When he had quietly shut and locked the door behind him, the albino snuck his way through the kitchenette and into the main room.

There, on the bed against the far wall, was Kuroh Yatogami. Shiro smiled slightly as he walked closer to him. Kuroh was fast asleep on his side, his back was against the wall and his arms were out in front of him. It reminded Shiro of the stance Kuroh made when he was practicing Kendo, and it amused Shiro to think that Kuroh was indeed practicing Kendo in his sleep.

After a few moments of indecision, Shiro lightly sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the samurai. He looked peaceful and serene this way, with his steady breathing and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. His eyes darted under his eyelids, signaling that he was deep in sleep.

Shiro couldn't help himself. Carefully slipping between Kuroh's arms, Shiro snuck himself under the covers and into the samurai's embrace. Shiro wrapped his own arms around his opposite's torso and just immersed himself in his warmth. It was a shock actually, to feel the warmth of another human being after so long. Shiro had tried to avoid it for the last six months, and now he found himself craving it.

The albino felt a pair of arms wrapping themselves around him and he was slightly satisfied to know that Kuroh's subconscious did that. It just showed what his true feelings were. With a smile, Shiro cuddled into Kuroh's chest, reveling in the softness and security he felt. Within minutes, he was fast asleep.


Kuroh took a few seconds to fully wake up the next morning. He didn't know why. Usually, he was eager to get up to a brand new day. As his father would say, "Every day is a blessing. Make the most of it."

But today seemed different somehow. He didn't want to start the day yet. He felt really happy and content now. It was nice and warm and he was oddly more comfortable than he could ever remember.

And then he felt something move in his arms.

Confused, Kuroh's eyes fluttered open and he was greeted by a shock of white hair. In alarm, the samurai attempted to sit up, but found his arm pinned between the mattress and a body. He was only able to lift himself up slightly, but it was enough to make out the sleeping form of Yashiro Isana.

Kuroh's brain seemed to shut down for a second, and all he could do was stare.

What is this idiot doing in my bed?

When he was finally able to think that one sentence, he was finally able to register the position they were in. Kuroh had his arms around Shiro, who was laying down with his back against Kuroh's front.

So Kuroh had ended up being the big spoon.

The raven-haired teen let out a yelp of horror at the thought, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

"Hm?" Shiro grunted sleepily at the sound of his "bedmate" awakening. Through bleary eyes, he looked around, vaguely wondering where he was and why he was so warm. But after a second, he remembered and turned in Kuroh's arms to face him.

With his idiotic smile back on his face, Shiro looked up at Kuroh, his eyes half-closed with sleep and muttered "Good morning, my darling" before burying his face into Kuroh's shirt.

At the use of that phrase, Kuroh's cheeks blushed deeper.

"Sh-Shiro, what are you doing here?"

Shiro smiled wider at the use of his name. He was happy that Kuroh had started to refer to him by his preferred name and not his overly formal full name.

After relishing in his opposite's new way of addressing him, Shiro looked back up at Kuroh and faked a pout. "What? Can't I sleep with my loving wife?"

Kuroh's face turned an even darker shade of red. "I warned you that I would cut out your tongue if you said anything like that again!"

"Hm." Shiro hummed thoughtfully at that comment and stared at the swordsman for a minute. Then, without any warning, he leaned forward and placed his lips on Kuroh's. The kiss lasted for several long, heated seconds before Shiro finally broke them apart. "But if you did, I would have a hard time doing that. Wouldn't that just be a shame?"

By now, it looked as if every drop of Kuroh's blood was in his cheeks. "U-Uh . . . um—" was all he was able to stutter out before Shiro gave him another peck on the lips. Then, he sat up with a wide yawn, stretching his arms into the air.

"So, what's for breakfast?"

About half an hour later, after some cooking and finally calming his blush down, Kuroh sat with Shiro on the floor of his room. With a quick prayer of thanks for the food, the two of them picked up their chopsticks and dug into their food.

The samurai watched the albino as they ate, scrutinizing his appearance. Shiro had definitely gotten skinnier since his parents had died, and his appetite was basically nonexistent. His face had also gotten paler and bags had started to form under his eyes. But this morning seemed . . . a little different. Shiro seemed to have a glow about him that normally wasn't present.

Kuroh smacked Shiro's hand in chastisement before moodily guiding his chopsticks away from the fried pork and over to the vegetables.

"Stop eating so much meat you idiot! It's not good for your health."

"Yes, dear." Shiro teased with a smile, picking up a piece of broccoli and popping it into his mouth.

With his blush slightly returned, Kuroh moodily put his focus back onto his own food. Shiro eyed him with his signature stupid smile before going to his food again. Kuroh saw that expression and was slightly surprised. He hadn't seen it in a while. A feeling of elation slightly welled in his chest. His old Shiro was coming back.

With suddenly wide eyes, he shook his head. His Shiro? How sappy was that? What was this moron doing to him?

After a few minutes of awkward silence, Kuroh cleared his throat in preparation to speak.

Shiro looked up at him expectantly. "Yes, my darling wife?"

Kuroh felt annoyed with this idiot at how many times he could make him blush in a single morning. It's like he was making a game out of it. Turning away slightly, the samurai said. "You didn't answer me earlier." Shiro was quiet as he continued. "What are you doing here? I'm not saying I hate it, it's just that you've never done this before."

Shiro looked down at his bowl, swirling around the remaining grains of rice in spirals.

"I couldn't sleep."

Kuroh just watched him as he continued to play around with his food. The idiot still didn't eat that much.

". . . You could've just asked you know."

Shiro looked up at him again.

Kuroh looked a little embarrassed, but at the same time, Shiro could tell that he meant what he said. "You're not unwelcome here. You don't have to break-in. All you have to do is knock."

The albino just stared at him for a while and Kuroh found himself too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.

Suddenly, Shiro's sly smile returned. "But where would be the fun in that?

The samurai felt his face heat up again.

Dammit, he really is making this into a game.

A few minutes later after cleaning up and completely getting ready for school, the two teens exited the dorm room and began to make their way down the hall.

After several paces, Kuroh suddenly found his path blocked by a certain white-haired moron. Before he could say anything, he registered the feeling of Shiro's lips on his. Completely caught by surprise, Kuroh roughly shoved Shiro away from him.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

Shiro just smiled his stupid smile. "Giving my boyfriend a have-a-good-day kiss."

Kuroh angrily pushed passed him, trying to calm his racing heart. Shiro really wasn't good for it, he could tell. "Who said you could do that? And who said I was your boyfriend?!"

The albino easily matched pace with him, but stayed a few steps behind him. "Oh, right. You're right. You're my wife. Or would you prefer girlfriend?"

"I am not female!"

"Alright then. Boyfriend it is."

"D-Don't you dare say that to anyone!"

"I can't introduce you as my boyfriend?" Shiro pouted. "Why not? Are you ashamed of me, Kuroh?"

"I am ashamed of your lack of shame! Show some common decency! We don't need to announce this to the entire world!"

Shiro was suddenly in front of him, an excited smile on his face. "So you agree? You're my boyfriend now?"

The samurai eyed him for a few seconds before giving an agitated huff and stalking away from him. Shiro watched as Kuroh went all the way to the end of the hall before turning and angrily yelling at him from a distance "No! You're mine!"

The albino blinked as his "significant other" disappeared around the corner.

Yep, he agrees.

A happy smile appeared on Shiro's face as he began to follow after his new boyfriend, twirling his parasol over his shoulder.

Who cares if we don't need to announce it? Maybe I just want to.

A/N: I might end up updating this whenever i just need a break from my other stories, but i'm not sure yet. That's why the status for this will remain "completed." Well, please review for me!