Shouta stretches, sliding out of the bed. You watch him as he reaches for a shirt, sliding it over his bare torso. He steals a glance your way. "I've got the late shift for patrol tonight. Can't stay." He starts searching for pants, now. "I trust you can get yourself home safe, you always do." In fact, you can't think of a single time you've actually stayed over at Shouta's house for more than an hour and a brief round of sex. He hasn't offered to take you on a date once, let alone tried to call you official. Everything's always been behind closed doors. It's getting old.