Sakura Matou and Shirou Emiya
Shirou sat down in the shower and sighed, feeling the water fall down his naked body. He just needed to forget about his fling with Rin. He'd never mention it to Sakura, ever.
At least Rider was here, somehow. It was nice to see her again, even if she seemed different.
He wondered why Sakura had gotten out of bed, it had something to do with Rin, he was sure, he'd heard their voices, but what?
He shook his head and rubbed shampoo into his gold hair. These troubling thoughts…
This shower was doing him no good.
Eventually Shirou got out of the shower and dried himself off, before realizing he had no clean clothes.
"Ah." He said.
This was going to be a problem, it's not like he'd had time to prepare, after all, and had just kind of wandered in…
"What the hell was I thinking?" He asked himself the most obvious question, but really, had no answer to it. It was just insanely lucky he'd met up with Sakura so quickly, running low on prana must have addled his mind.
He frowned at his bloodied shirt and eventually shrugged, throwing it back on. Sakura would need to go shopping with him and get him some more clothes. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, this was his favorite shirt, and now it was ruined.
Shirou reentered their room and smiled at her. She'd snuck back into bed, so she must have dealt with whatever Rin had wanted. He walked over to her and sat down next to her, playing with her hair lovingly. He'd always loved the one large lock of that she kept untethered, she always seemed to be brushing it out of her face. This face… her eyes, it was wonderful to see them again. Her big droopy purple eyes, the same lovely shade of deep purple as her hair, her little nose, it was all nostalgic. He almost wanted to tear up.
Sakura smiled as he began to fidget with her, laying happily under her covers, only her face and hands exposed to the outside air. After a minute or two, she wasn't quite sure, Shirou was blocking the clock, she began to grow impatient. She wanted to go out! To have fun! To go shopping, and show Shirou around the city! There was so much neat stuff around, and it was a safe place during the day. So she sat up and kissed him passionately on his neck, before seductively bringing her mouth to his ear. "Senpai~" she whispered. "Will you…" Her voice trailed off without finishing her thought.
Shirou blushed at her actions, he was pretty sure she was teasing him, if she actually wanted to do the deed she'd just have gone straight for it, after all, and not mucked about with being a cocktease.
And he really needed to get a fucking shirt.
"Sakura, can we go out soon and get some clothes? This is the only shirt I have, and it's pretty messed up. Not to mention that the season is completely different here."
Sakura looked at him with surprise, backing away slightly, to a normal conversational distance. "So it's not winter back at home?" She asked.
Shirou shook his head at her, which elicited a small "Hmm" from her.
"Yeah, it's uh, a bit disconcerting."
Sakura nodded at him. "Yeah, it would be, wouldn't it?" She looked him over. It was the same shirt he'd been wearing the day she'd disappeared, she was certain. "Of course we can go get you a wardrobe, but you have to promise me not to throw away that shirt, I'll figure out a way to get it cleaned. I don't want to lose anything."
Shirou frowned slightly before nodding. It troubled him she was this possessive, but for such a small thing it didn't really matter. "So, can we get going?"
"Yeah, let's go!" She piped up happily.
"Rider! Come on, we're going out, Shirou needs new clothes!"
