This isn't the first time he's found himself laying in your bed.

It always happens on days like these, when you're too busy to come back until evening, when he's too sensible to show any interest in where you are, when he feels the all too familiar ache of loneliness.

It's so tiring, making oneself feel bad just for liking someone. That's all it is, right? Just a small attraction to another person... He just needs to keep it under wraps, for everyone else's sake...

Shinjiro holds your pajamas close to his face. It only took a bit of digging through your unmade sheets to find them. They still smell like you, and they're even a little bit warm. The perfect distraction from his thoughts.

Maybe even a bit too distracting, since he only barely registers you walking in through the door.

This isn't the first time you've caught him, either. You should definitely find it creepy, or weird, or gross, or at least a little bit annoying, by now... But, no... Apparently, you don't, since you still haven't done anything about his constant presence here.

He doesn't understand it one bit. You should hate him, by now. You shouldn't be letting him indulge like this. Someone like him shouldn't even be allowed to have these kinds of thoughts about someone as good as you, in the first place.

He finally looks up at you, deciding to break the awkward silence. He immediately misses the warmth of your clothes on his face, but he won't acknowledge those feelings right now. "... You're back." He's able to sound like his usual, grumpy self. Not that it really matters, considering the situation he's in, and how you've always been able to see through him...