9. Cold
Rin quietly creeps into her brother's bedroom, her hands clutching the frills of her nightgown.
Len is splayed out on his mattress, lightly snoring into his pillow. Hesitantly the girl walks over to him, not wanting to wake him but not wanting to go back to her own room, either.
Poking his arm, she whispers, "Len? Len, wake up."
When he doesn't respond, she pokes him harder, in his side. "Len!" She says in a loud murmur.
He jumps slightly, and one cerulean eye peeks open at her hazily. "Rin-?" His groggy voice slurs her name. "What do you want?"
"I'm- I'm cold." She says, rubbing her arms.
"Then put on warmer pajamas." Len says, shoving his face back in his pillow.
Rin pokes him once more, and he reluctantly moves to look at her again. "Len, can I- can I sleep with you? Please?" Rin pleads.
"Why me? Why not mom and dad?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at her.
"'Cause, I like sleeping with you more." She shudders then, and the blonde sighs, giving in.
"Fine. Just don't kick me."
Happily she pads to the other side and crawls into the warm bed. A second later, she snuggles up to him. Even though she's a lot warmer, it's still kind of cold, and she shivers at his back.
Her brother shifts, turning to face her, and arms encircle her, bringing her to his chest. The welcome heat causes her to nuzzle into his shirt. Rin smiles; she's lucky to have a nice brother.
Len, however, is invisibly blushing, holding her tightly, yet feeling embarrassed. Why? He's just warming her up.
"Night, Len." The blonde girl mumbles into his chest, already drifting off.
A small smile settles on his face. Len kisses the top of her head.
"Night, Rin."