Chapter 5: Shinji's POV.
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I grinned lazily into your pillow and inhaled the scent of it, waiting for you to come back to your room. You were downstairs at dinner- I could hear the scraping of chopsticks against bowls and the thuds of glasses being set on the table. Your father's booming laughter carried up the stairs, along with your sister's reprimand. Finally, I sensed your reiatsu nearing your room.
The door opened, but I didn't move from my curled-up spot on your bed.
"Shinji! What the hell are you doing here?"
I smirked. "Just waiting for ya," I replied. I turned around and made an act of snuggling into your pillow. "Smells just like ya, Ichigo."
"No duh. I sleep on it."
My smirk widened. "This is such a nice bed. Mind if I sleep in it too?"
You frowned. "Don't you have your own damn bed?"
I pretended to pout. "This is more comfortable. We can share it," I added with a wink.
You rolled your eyes and I grinned again.
