This is a tumblr prompt I found and had to write, so...
Allen was uncomfortable. Understandable, really, in such a situation.
"This is Lenalee Lee's room, right?" A grouchy boy in a black tank top, a long black ponytail, and black slouchy pants tucked into his military boots glared at Allen through the small crack in the door. He looked pissed. "Tell her to knock it off with the phone sex, got it? It's three in the effing morning!"
"Yeah, and you woke me up. What does that say about-" Allen cut off with a wince as a loud breathy moan fluttered to the doorway. "God."
"No kidding."
"Alright, give me a second. This is ridiculous." Allen put on his war face and went off to confront Lenalee about her stupid libido.
Two minutes later, he'd retreated. He knew the face that says "keep talking and I'll kill you" and he wanted no part of that. He'd huffed, grabbed enough blankets to make both him and mystery kid comfortable and shuffled out into the hallway with them. He got the "what the hell?" stare.
"What the hell?"
"She's scary, okay? Angry puppy dog eyes are creepy. Just sleep out in the hallway or something. I brought enough blankets, goodness knows." He laid them out, refusing to glance up at the other boy. This was embarrassing enough, thank you.
"… Yeah, alright. Move over, Moyashi." They lay down with their backs just barely touching and Allen found himself grinning.