The Pet Girl of Sakurasou - Mashiro Shiina Wants to Love!

Preface

This fanfic occurs right after the TV anime ended, no manga or light novel content here. This is a story about our residents of Sakurasou growing up experiencing the ups and downs of life as they progress into adulthood. The character of a person is determined not by challenge, but how they respond to it. And oh boy, is there lots of it, especially when their ideals are so high. Will Sorata become a famous game designer? Will Aoyama become a famous voice actress? Will Mashiro become an acclaimed mangaka? Oh, and who will end up loving who? Lots of romantic drama, sexual tension and sexual payoffs in this story, so sit back and enjoy. Rated M for smut of course. Thanks - Keilyon

"Take it off."

"N-N-NEVER...!"

"Why?"

"W-WHADDYA MEAN WHY?!"

"...why won't you take off your pants?"

"BECAUSE...!"

Mashiro Shiina slowly tilted her head, like a cute puppy waiting for a treat. The two third years, (one dressed more than the other) could be heard from outer space, an almost daily occurrence and nothing new for the residents of Sakurasou.

Little did they know, three pairs of eyes were peering through their ajar door.

"Because...," Sorata pondered.

"Because?"

"Its embarrassing..."

"I won't be embarrassed," Mashiro said. "I can take off my pants if you-"

"THAT'S NOT THE PROBLEM HERE!," Sorata half yelled, although it was one out of sheer shock and not anger.

The blonde let out sounds of protest, and idly bounced her brush on the canvas. Never before in her life had she ever been so stupefied by what to paint. Well, mostly because it was of places. And not men's...under areas.

He's embarrassed. I know how that feels like, right?

Right.

Maybe I can bargain with him.

"Sorata."

"H-Hai?"

"Take off your pants."

"NOTHING'S CHANGED?!"

Much to her dismay, the two finally settled on using images from the internet to satisfy Mashiro's curiosity of the male form. Settled, as in, Mashiro didn't think she could stay awake long enough to get Sorata to do as she wanted. It was pretty late in the night, after all.

"Sorata."

"Mashiro?"

"Sleepy...bed...yours..," she whispered as she began nodding off at her computer.

She felt a familiar hand gently guide her away from her desk and towards the bathroom, while Sorata said something about brushing teeth and washing her face, an unfamiliar concept for the young artist.

He had at least trained her to brush her teeth, although he had to put the toothpaste on the brush beforehand.

Iori Himemiya turned around as he was about to call it in for the night. Insert witty comment in three...two...one:

"Goodnight you two. Hang in there, Shiina. You'll get his pants off someday."

"Not in a hundred million years," Sorata mumbles as toothpaste went on toothbrush.

With a small determined nod from Mashiro, Himemiya promptly fell asleep, and not too long before our main protagonists followed suit.

"Goodnight Mashiro. Don't stay up too late."

"Hm. Goodnight Sorata."

Sorata began walking downstairs to his room, when he heard light footsteps behind him.

"...Mashiro."

"I was sneaky."

Sorata, now in his tired state, gave a small smile and prepared the futon, knowing all too well it probably won't be slept in.

"I've really gotta stop letting her in."

Sorata, now a makeshift teddy bear, stared up at the ceiling, illuminated by the morning rays of sunlight through his blinds. He looked over at the futon.

"It was worth a shot, at least."

Every night, without skipping a beat, the genius blonde had managed to keep our protagonist sleeping in the same bed together, by...well perseverance. Sorata would sleep in the futon, and Mashiro in his bed. An hour later, Mashiro would inevitably end up (deliberately) falling off the bed and onto the futon. The two barely conscious individuals at this point, would tiredly sleepwalk into the bed to get some more space, Sorata not even noticing his partner's...lack of clothes.

"But...this has got to stop."

Even though the bed was larger than the futon, it was still a single bed, leaving either Mashiro or Sorata barely falling off the edge of the bed. Today was Sorata's turn, although him being a cuddle thing kept him from falling off altogether.

He heard familiar footsteps outside his room and braced for impact.

"...oi...Sorata, we're gonna be late again!," Aoyama yelped as she opened the door. Who needs to knock in Sakurasou anyway?

The two awake individuals locked eye contact.

"A-Again with this...?," Aoyama mumbled as she drew the blinds, feeling a tinge of jealousy.

"Oi, Mashiro. It's morning," Sorata spoke as he gently shook her.

"...ga...pantsu...off...," Mashiro mumbled as she buried her face deeper in Sorata's side.

"N-N-N-NANI...?!," Aoyama squawked, blushing a furious shade of red.

"C-Chotto matte!," Sorata quickly replied, getting up. "This was just a misunderstand-"

Here we can see Aoyama picking up what looks to be a tissue box and...

*PAFF*

Direct hit.

"...itai."

"HENTAI BAKA ECCHI SORATA!," Aoyama screamed all three off those without a pause, and ran out the room.

"Oh boy. This is going to be a loooooong day," Sorata mumbled as the blonde crumbled back to sleep.