Shinichi always knew Kaito was a touchy-feely sort of guy.
But it took her having to sleep over at his house after a really late night case in Ekoda to realize how clingy he could really be.
If most women complained about their significant others hogging the covers or sprawling themselves all over the bed as if they had completely forgotten there was someone else beside them, Shinichi concluded that Kaito was the exact opposite.
After a heated discussion of the impropriety of an unwedded woman sleeping beside a man…
"Kaito, I don't care what Ran and Sonoko say, it's improper."
… and the discourteous act of a host allowing his guest to sleep on the floor or the sofa…
"But Shin-chan~ I can't let you sleep on the sofa or the floor! No self-respecting man would do that to his beloved!"
"Then you sleep on the couch."
"But it's my bed!"
"I could've gone home to Beika if you didn't insist on me sleeping over, you know."
… and Kaito's absolute refusal to enter his mother's room…
"'Kaa-san has… weird things in her room." He murmured.
… the weary, worn-down detective finally gave in to her overzealous boyfriend and gingerly scooted into his bed with him.
Late into the night, the sleuth awoke to the feeling of suffocation and Shinichi decided that Kaito wasn't a hogger but a smotherer.
The covers were tucked taut around their merged bodies and while other guys would unconsciously starfish themselves all over the bed, shoving their significant others off the bed and on to the floor in the dead of night, Kaito had managed to packed them to the very end of the bed, against the wall, in the most densely compacted space two human beings could possibly share.
She shifted in his death-grip hug which only made the sleeping magician curl her into him tighter.
"Kaito-" She began, struggling more in his embrace.
"Shin… no… go… stay."
Shinichi froze when the soft, pleading words spilled into her ears like drops of ice water.
Her sudden pliancy must've reached him somewhere in his dream state, placating him enough to loosen his hold enough so she could breathe again.
It was… nice, she had to admit, and the weight of his arms on her waist and his breath sweeping over her exposed neck was comforting in spite of its intimacy.
Maybe because of the intimacy, she thought as his steady breathing and the thumping of his heart against hers lulled her to sleep once again.