Throughout the days that I knew the people of the Reaper Society I've never been really involved in their battles.
To their knowledge.
Whenever their fights came to the city, I would always do what was possible to help them, indirectly but still. But if some were to know that, they would give me total hell.
A certain white haired shorty to be specific.
Toshiro and I have been friends for a while now, I considered us to be friends at least. And since what had happened to Momo he felt an even greater need to be more cautious and weary of others it seemed. I wanted to change that. I know he and Momo were close and what happened to her had upset him but I didn't want to see him change like this. So when I saw him standing in the doorway of my room I smiled and invited him to sit beside me on my bed.
Or that's what I should've done.
Considering it was close to midnight and I was looking up from my computer to see someone standing in my doorway, I freaked out and threw pillows at him. To which he proceeded to guard himself from the onslaught of fluff, profanities slipping past his lips in the beginning before yelling at me to knock it off, which I only did when my throat began to hurt and I ran out of pillows. Both of us were slightly panting by the time we calmed down.
"Really?"
I smiled and reached down to pick up one of the pillows he had hit back towards me.
"Your fault."
He scowled and made his way over and sat at the end of the bed, making me give him a 'are you serious?' look.
"I don't bite you know."
He looked at me for a few moments before moving to scoot closer as I smirked.
"Much."
He froze and looked back up to me, his eyes hardening, making me role my eyes and grab his arm, pulling him closer.
"Just get over here."
He let me pull him over and situated himself once next to me. I smiled and looked up at him.
"Hi."
He let out a quick 'Hn.' And looked to my computer.
"What are you doing?"
"Talkin' to mah peeps."
He looked at me with a 'what the fuck' look and I smiled.
"Don't be jelly, bro."
I sat up and moved my computer down to the floor and moved next to him, placing my hands on my knees.
"So what'd you need?"
"Why do you always assume I need something?"
"Cause you always do."
He rolled his eyes and went to lean back before wincing.
"Did you really have to throw all of the pillows?"
"Probably not. But whatever."
He sighed and moved around, trying to get comfortable I assume, before I grabbed his arms and pulled him to me, laying him on my chest, his head right on my boobs. I could see a slight blush on his face at the situation he was in, making me give a slight chuckle.
"W-what are you doing?"
"People always tell me my boobs would make perfect pillows. Are they right?"
He mumbled but didn't move, which made me give a small smile.
"Toshiro?"
"Hm?"
"You didn't answer."
He sighed.
"Yes..."
