A/N: KibaShino in one hundred words. People MUST write more of
this pairing; they are too lovely together to be so under-
appreciated. *gnaws fingernails*
Kiba's bed is huge and rumpled and smells like sex and dogs and
sweat. The scent is heavy, like Kiba himself who sleeps on top
of Shino, perfectly still. Once Kiba snored, once he and
Akamaru both tossed and turned at night and never stayed in the
same spot they'd started sleeping in. Once.
But now Kiba sleeps like this, perfectly still and silent and
with Akamaru in his own basket, so all of Shino's bugs can crawl
and flutter and fly about the room without fear of being
Shino's grateful to Kiba, but sometimes he's ashamed of himself.
* ende *
. : i love you but i hate myself for changing you : .