Apr 27, 2022
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I know you heard, kid.”
Rin stopped midway through trying to climb in the window and leaned back with a scowl to see Shirou staring up at him with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Heard what?!” He swung his leg back out the window — there was no point trying to sneak in now — and dropped to the ground outside the monastery.
“Us.” Shirou’s hand settled on the back of his neck in a move that might have looked companionly but was really just to steer him where Shirou wanted him.
He was caught out.
