The Afterfeel of Cotton (Izumo x Rin)She didn't take off his shirt that night. Without thinking, Kamiki Izumo disappeared under her bedcovers still clothed in the light sweatshirt Okumura Rin had given her.
It was barely more than t-shirt weight cotton, so why did it feel like a shield? Even beneath the futon, heavy as it was, why did just this shirt feel like her last defense?
Izumo hated being vulnerable. She'd been vulnerable far too often in her life. Still, at the last moment she had crumbled beneath the weight of her own insecurities and nearly gotten herself killed. All that stood between her and death was the miraculous appearance of that two-bit good-for-nothing talentless little brat, and yet he had stood there. He'd kept his head and told her to rip the summons circles, without hesitation he'd taken on the ghoul though he had no way to fight it, didn't spout any stupid, worthless words of comfort or wig out when he saw her crying...