Chapter Thirty Five: Hogging The Covers
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Song Playing: Come Back To Bed
Theme 1: Tired
Youichi Hiruma was a sprawler in bed.
Well... that was expected.
Almost as unexpected as coming home to the small apartment she owned to study just to find herself frozen in her bedroom door jam, backpack still slung over her shoulder, staring unashamedly at the familiar body that currently occupied her bed. Once her mind actually processed that, yes, it was Hiruma and he was indeed long limbs dangling off the sides, shoes still on, could possible be drooling on her pillow asleep on top of her previously neatly made sheets: she did a double take. Her head whipped back to her locked front door before returning back to her impromptu houseguest.
Her brows furrowed together as a thought occurred to her, 'How'd he get into my house?'
Both her windows had been firmly locked in place when she had left this morning and she was currently fidgeting with the only key to her apartment. The front door had also been perfectly intact, no shoe print imbedded into the wood. All in all Mamori was suddenly feeling a lot less secure about the safety of her living space than she had been before she had entered her bedroom.
Before she realized what she was doing, she had quietly shut the door to her bedroom. Being careful to stay as silent as possible she padded over to the kitchen where she gently placed her backpack down before she began rummaging through her cabinets to start on her dinner. As she pulled out enough ingredients to make a meal for two, she considered doubling back waking him up and demanding to know what he was doing acting like he lived in her apartment. Of course this thought only lasted for a moment as she remembered that Cerberus had reduced her mop to toothpicks and her broom had mysteriously disappeared during the last late night practice they had. And there was no way she was going to wake him up completely unarmed. He had a trigger happy finger enough when he was awake and coherent. Who knew what kind of ammunition he might shoot off if she startled him while he slept?
So she contented herself with the fact that she had to make an extra serving for dinner and inventing possible reasons for him to be in her bed when they were only sort of friends.
She was just getting ready to start serving herself when she heard the distinct sounds of someone getting up coming from her room. Looking up, ladle halfway to her bowl, a well rested and wide awake Hiruma walked through the door. Pausing for a brief moment to stare at her wide eyed expression: he offered no explanation as he made his way across the room to take a seat at her small dining table.
So they sat and ate and talked about all the things they normally talked about and some things they had never spoken about until he abruptly decided it was time for him to go. As she cleared the dishes away she pondered the reasons for the unexpected visit.
Who knows? Maybe he was just exhausted and her place was the closest place to catch some z's. Maybe he was playing some sort of mental game that she wasn't aware of yet. Maybe he was just tired of going home to the messy excuse he called a bed room where Cerberus's fierce growls were the only things that broke through the silence that hung in the air. And as she fell asleep that night in the bed that still vaguely carried his scent, she mentally ranked the day as number twelve in her top twenty of weirdest things that had happened to her since becoming as close as you can get without really being friends with the one and only Youichi Hiruma.