A/N: The idea for this came from an old memory. Someone once woke me up because they couldn't sleep. Never really figured it would turn into this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach; I make no profit from this.
"Shinji! Shinji! Dumbass!" Hiyori shook the sleeping form of her best friend roughly. "Wake up you son of a-"
"I'm up!" Shinji sat up quickly, trying to get out of her grip. "What's wrong? Is it a hollow attack?"
"No. Wouldn't I be busy if it was a hollow attack?" Hiyori huffed, muttering a variation of dumbass under her breath. "I can't sleep."
"So you wake me up?" Shinji narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you want me to do about it? Knock you out?" He rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine, sleep in here." Shinji started to stand up to let her have his bed. This happened at least once weekly these days, but it seemed that being in his room settled Hiyori down. Though usually she woke him up before two AM.
"Where do you think you're going?" Hiyori grabbed Shinji's arm, hauling him back into the bed. "You're staying this time. Shut up, don't argue with me." She hadn't even given him a chance to reply before shushing him, and she yanked him down onto the bed before pulling the blankets over them.
Shinji wouldn't call what Hiyori had insomnia. No, usually, with enough comfort, she fell right to sleep. In truth he thought it to be some sort of anxiety disorder, but he doubted he'd ever know for sure.
"Stop staring at me, baldy. I can't sleep when I'm being watched." Hiyori snapped, rolling away from him. "Go to sleep! You know I hate it when you stare at me!"
"Shh, you're going to wake the whole household." Shinji draped his arm over her middle, experimentally, and closed his eyes.
"You're breathing on my neck." Hiyori was shuddering with every exhale of Shinji's. "Stop it!" She squirmed under his touch. Shinji honestly couldn't tell if she was just embarrassed or if she liked it. "Shinji, if you don't stop right now, I'm going to punch you so hard-"
Shinji, figuring she was going to punch him anyway, kissed her ear softly.
Hiyori blushed fire-truck red and shoved him out of bed. But it was her response that surprised Shinji.
"Not now, Shinji, I'm trying to sleep." Hiyori rolled over to peer at him on the floor. A smirk painted on her delicate face, she added, "Maybe I'll let you kiss me later if you're good."
"What does 'good' constitute?" Shinji sat up, eye level with her now. He had never pegged her for actually liking him back.
"You stay on the floor." Hiyori tossed a pillow and the quilt at him. "And we'll see." She smirked and curled up on the bed.
It was just typical that thirty minutes later, she ended up dragging him onto the bed again so she could get some sleep.
A/N: I feel like Hiyori was a little OOC, but I can't figure out how to fix it... ah well. What did you think?