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Howdy guys! This is another sort of cartoony flattening story, with a mutually accepting character being squashed. It's a bit on the longer side, so I apologize; but I hope you'll enjoy it in any case!!
Shiro finds himself infatuated with his NEET neighbor, and decides to hang out for a while...
Shiro liked his neighbor. He never got the chance to even learn the guy’s name, but frankly, he was a bit nervous about simply going up to him randomly and asking. He’s seen him maybe once or twice during the day, and each time, the brown bear would simply glance his way with those lazy hazel eyes and nod, before reclusing into his apartment. The shark assumed that he was some kind of night shift worker, but even late at night, the muted sounds of TV shows and video games would push their way through the thin walls of the apartment building, keeping Shiro up night after night. The next morning, he would always lumber out of his home, shuffling to the train station in a drowsy haze. Shiro didn’t mind all too much, except when he got in trouble for it when he was late for work.
It ended tonight; both his drowsiness and his shyness to learn his name. As Shiro went to bed, he heard the distinct chime of a television turning on, followed by the background music of some animated TV show. The shark groaned, sitting up on his mattress. He rubbed his drowsy eyes as his gaze laid on the shared wall between the two apartments. He was so sleepy, but couldn’t manage to get to sleep- like he was Tantalus, the tender fruit of sleep forever out of his reach. It was a weekend, so he didn’t have to catch the train tomorrow, but it still would be nice to get adequate sleep for once.
Shiro threw his legs over the side of his bed and stood up, pulling an old t-shirt and shorts. The streetlights and electronic billboards outside his apartment shone through the space in between his white curtains. The quiet hum of the air conditioning mixed with the occasional rush from a car speeding by the building. Kicking on his flip-flops, he waddled out of his apartment and shut the door, then sidestepping to apartment 207’s door and knocking. He waited. The sound on the TV decreased, and heavy, plodding footsteps made their way towards the door. It swung open.
The doorframe was filled up by a hulking brown bear. Shiro looked up to meet his gaze. He looked apathetic, his eyelids lowered in a way that wasn’t rude or scrutinizing, just unamused. He stood at least a whole head taller than Shiro, but his posture was hunched, so he was likely even taller. He wore a blue plaid hanten with a blank white shirt underneath, along with some underwear. His tummy hung over the waistband of the underwear- he had a similar build to Shiro, just much taller. He wore sandals on his huge feetpaws. Shiro felt his face redden. He hoped the guy didn’t notice.
“Can I help you?” The ursine speaks. His voice has a lazy lowness to it. Shiro breaks out of his daze and nods. It took him a few seconds to stop tripping over his words to respond.
“Y-Yes. I was wondering if you could turn down your TV. It’s a little loud, and I’m trying to sleep.”
The bear’s eyes settle on Shiro’s face. Despite his lazy demeanor, his gaze has a cutting edge. Shiro averts his to the ground.
“Yeah, sure. Sorry.”
“Oh, thanks!” They stood there for a moment, staring. The bear nods.
“Is… that all?”
“Oh- what’s your name? I live, uh… right next door, and I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”
The bear stares at him. “Matsuda. Matsuda Kita.”
“I-I’m Shiro Uehara. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Yep.” They stand in silence for a few moments. Shiro feels his face redden.
“So, Shiro… now, is that all?”
“Y-Yes! Sorry to bother you. Goodnight!”
“Night.” The door shuts. Shiro lets out a breath. As he reentered his apartment, he heard the soft pounding of Matsuda’s paws as he returned to whatever he was doing. The TV volume was noticeably quieter. Jumping back into bed, he found that sleep came upon him almost immediately.
The light streaming through the window woke Shiro up the next morning. With a groan, he sat up in his bed. After consulting his phone to see if he missed any messages while sleeping, he got up and approached the window, opening the curtains. Shiro enjoyed the energy of the city in the morning: that quiet, electric feeling as people began to mill about the streets and the roads, the sight of shopkeepers sweeping off their front porch and flipping the sign in the display window to OPEN.
He made himself a quick breakfast and sat in front of the TV, watching as the antelope anchor announced the various happenings around Fauna City. Some squash wrestling tournament was happening down at Chantecler Park. He might have to go over there. After finishing his breakfast, he pulled on a sweatshirt and some jeans as he prepared to walk over to the grocery store- before he noticed something on the ground in front of his door. A letter, folded in a neat rectangle. He bent down and picked it up, unfolding it.
“Shiro,
Sorry for having my TV up a bit too loud. Do you want to come over and hang out for a bit? We’ll call it even after that. I’m pretty much always home, so feel free to drop by whenever works for you.
Matsuda from Room 207”
His handwriting was neat- surprising, considering Matsuda’s rather disheveled appearance. Shiro was caught off guard. Maybe going over there would be fun. He could even invite the bear to go with him to Chantecler Park- yeah, that’s a good idea! Maybe Matsuda was a fan of squish wrestling, who knows. Most people in Fauna City were, but Shiro still knew people who weren’t fans. In any case, he figured it’d be fun to ask.
Shiro spent a few minutes getting ready, ensuring he looked nice. He emerged from his apartment, stepped in front of the door to room 207, and knocked.
Silence. Footsteps. A lock clicks. The door opens.
The austere bear looks down at Shiro. He wore the same hanten, but a different shirt; this one was grey with some writing with “I GOT ON FNN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT” emblazoned on the chest and belly. The shark holds up the letter. “I, uh… got your letter. Is now a good time? To, uhh… hang out, I mean.” His face reddens.
“Mhm. Come in.” Matsuda holds the door open for Shiro, stepping back to give the chubby shark room to enter. He closed and locked the door behind him.
Inside, the apartment was… well, rather messy. Just saying “messy” would be an understatement. Clothes were strewn on the floor and messily shoved into drawers. Posters hung on the walls, some crooked and others covering the corners of other posters. Most were for comics or TV shows, some of which Shiro didn’t recognize. Books and comics sat stacked against the walls. A large futon sat in the bedroom on the floor, positioned in front of the TV, which had multiple gaming consoles plugged into its ports. Beside the futon was an electronic drawing pad. The kitchen had some beer cans and soda cans stacked into various forms: pyramids, cubes, and one that was just a huge column. The table was completely clean, however, with a decorative daitō set in a small indentation in the wall above it. The hum of the air conditioner with the stereo of the TV mixed into white noise in the background.
“Sorry. It’s kinda messy in here.” Matsuda shrugs. “I was gonna clean up… and then I didn’t.”
“D-Don’t worry about it, Matsuda!”
“Just call me Matsu.” With a flourish of his hanten, Matsu lumbers into the kitchen, getting out a kettle and two mugs. “Do you drink tea?”
“Yeah. I don’t mind what kind, though.” The bear grunts in response, putting the water on.
“So… Matsu, you were on FNN?” The bear looks at him with a confused stare. After a moment, a smile graces his snout and he nods.
“Mhm. They did a story on NEETs.”
“NEETs?”
“Yeah. Not in Education, Employment, or Training. It’s an acronym.” He continues preparing the supplies needed for the tea. His paws worked dexterously for someone whose hands were so huge. “It was about a year ago, I think.”
“So, you’re... unemployed?” Shiro tilts his head, confused. He didn’t want to sound rude.
“Pretty much. I draw and write and get paid for commissions, which is enough to pay my bills. I like it though. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He lets out a sigh as the water finishes heating. He pours the tea into the mugs and allows it to steep. “You work though, don’t you, Shiro?”
He flinches, caught off guard. “Y-Yeah, I do. Just office stuff for now.”
“Figured. You get up at the same time on weekdays.” Shiro’s face reddens. Could he really tell that just by hearing him through their shared wall? Matsu brings the tea over to Shiro, who sips some of it. “Thin walls. Sorry if that was creepy.” They drink their tea in silence. It was wonderful tea. Shiro sneaks a glance up at Matsu. He stares back with those sharp eyes. Shiro almost spits out his tea, embarrassed. Gosh, he totally knows!!!
“Shiro, do you play video games?” Matsu broke the silence. He smiled down at Shiro. It was a reassuring smirk, not a lazy one, like how many of his expressions are.
“A bit.”
“You seemed the type. We can play some while you’re here.”
“Only if you go easy on me…!”
“That can be arranged. I’m a competitive bear, though, so don’t blame me.” Matsu laughs. He finished the tea quickly and motions Shiro over to the futon. The shark follows, sidestepping the strewn around clothes and books like landmines. He breathes out, finally working up the courage to ask.
“So, uh… I was wondering… i-if you wanted to go over to Chantecler Park with me today.” Shiro sits down on the futon beside Matsu. The bear raises an eyebrow, looking down at him. Shiro stammers. “B-But that’s just if you want to! Don’t feel pressured at all, really!”
Matsu glares at him before a smile crosses his face. He turns his attention to the television. “Hmmm… I don’t know. I prefer to stay at home.”
“Th-That’s fine…” Shiro huffs, a little crestfallen. Matsu sneaks a glance at Shiro.
“Hm. Here, how about this? If you win at this game, I’ll go with you to Chantecler Park.” His huge paws flick through the menus with ease.
“And… if you win?” Shiro fiddles with the controller in his hands.
“I’m not sure.” Matsu scratches his tummy before continuing. “You must be a fan of squish wrestling, aren’t you?” Shiro’s blushing face in response tells him all that he needs to know. “I figured. I watch the news too, Shiro. I know there’s a tournament at Chantecler. This way, if you win, we do what you want; but if I win, we’ll do what I want… but I suspect you’d want it too, a little bit.” Shiro looked down at the controller, which sat in his hands. He gripped it with an iron grasp. “If I win… how about you become my insole for the day instead? That way, we’ll still get to spend the time together.” He waggles the toes of a huge, outstretched footpaw, which sat in a sandal.
Shiro feels his face redden. Would it be bad to say… he would enjoy it a little? He feels Matsu’s hazel eyes boring into the side of his face. “You’re on. I hope you have nice clothes to go to Chantecler in.” He sneaks a teasing glance to Matsu, who shakes his head.
“Mighty confident for someone who just three minutes ago asked me to go easy on them.” The bear gives a confident sneer as he clicks the START button.
The game was over before it began. Shiro droops his head in shame as Matsu’s character finishes off Shiro’s. The virtual announcer proclaims Matsu’s victory with a great fanfare, and the bear looks down to Shiro with a pleased smile. “Hm. Well, Shiro, you know what this means.” With a yawn, he kicks off his sandals and steps forward. Shiro blushes.
“Fine, b-but this means you have to go somewhere with me sometime.”
“Only if you can ever beat me at a videogame… assuming you didn’t throw the match, that is.” The bear retorts, and Shiro blushes. With a slightly cruel grin, he picked up his huge paw, placing it on Shiro’s snout and pressing down with light pressure. He pushes down with great force. Shiro’s face smushes down like clay, conforming to the underside of his paw. He lets out a snort. “You’re rather soft, aren’t you?” Shiro feels his arms and legs tense up, like some kind of rigor mortis, before going limp again. After pressing down on his face once more, Matsu lifts up his paw, leaving Shiro’s face squished down on the ground. The shark’s features were spread out and smeared a bit under all that pressure. He was blushing. “So, I was right. You are enjoying this.” Matsu chuckles, pressing his paws down on Shiro’s moobs and the top of his tummy, pushing a squeak from his flattened form.
He continued down Shiro’s body, from his belly and his hands to his legs and his paws, placing each paw print with deliberate care. All Shiro could do was blush and allow the bear’s huge paws to press him down endlessly. Standing up, the bear surveyed his work, like an artist reviewing his magnum opus. He nodded. Matsu then peeled Shiro’s form from the ground, beginning to fold the thin shark over and over and over again. “This’ll just be for today. That is, unless you want it to be longer.” He chuckles as Shiro shivers, feeling the touch of his warm, dextrous paws press him into continuously smaller shapes. After finishing this step, Shiro simply appeared as some sort of blank blue strip of soft foam or something similar.
“Into the sandal… and I’ll change you back tonight. But for now…” He places Shiro into his sandal with a grin. “Get comfortable. I will.” He slid his paw into the sandal. While Shiro couldn’t talk, the sudden pressure from the NEET’s huge body weight pushed a silent groan from his body. His paws were warm and soft, yet endlessly crushing; however, they were comforting in some odd way. Matsu wiggled his paws in his new insole, chuckling. “Thanks, Shiro. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna watch some TV.” Laying out on the futon, he continues to press the sandal containing Shiro into the ground while changing the TV to a regular channel. Occasionally, Shiro could feel his toes clench or wiggle, but otherwise, he was simply trapped underneath Matsu’s massive stompers. He didn’t mind all too much, though.
He liked it there with Matsu.
Shiro finds himself infatuated with his NEET neighbor, and decides to hang out for a while...
Shiro liked his neighbor. He never got the chance to even learn the guy’s name, but frankly, he was a bit nervous about simply going up to him randomly and asking. He’s seen him maybe once or twice during the day, and each time, the brown bear would simply glance his way with those lazy hazel eyes and nod, before reclusing into his apartment. The shark assumed that he was some kind of night shift worker, but even late at night, the muted sounds of TV shows and video games would push their way through the thin walls of the apartment building, keeping Shiro up night after night. The next morning, he would always lumber out of his home, shuffling to the train station in a drowsy haze. Shiro didn’t mind all too much, except when he got in trouble for it when he was late for work.
It ended tonight; both his drowsiness and his shyness to learn his name. As Shiro went to bed, he heard the distinct chime of a television turning on, followed by the background music of some animated TV show. The shark groaned, sitting up on his mattress. He rubbed his drowsy eyes as his gaze laid on the shared wall between the two apartments. He was so sleepy, but couldn’t manage to get to sleep- like he was Tantalus, the tender fruit of sleep forever out of his reach. It was a weekend, so he didn’t have to catch the train tomorrow, but it still would be nice to get adequate sleep for once.
Shiro threw his legs over the side of his bed and stood up, pulling an old t-shirt and shorts. The streetlights and electronic billboards outside his apartment shone through the space in between his white curtains. The quiet hum of the air conditioning mixed with the occasional rush from a car speeding by the building. Kicking on his flip-flops, he waddled out of his apartment and shut the door, then sidestepping to apartment 207’s door and knocking. He waited. The sound on the TV decreased, and heavy, plodding footsteps made their way towards the door. It swung open.
The doorframe was filled up by a hulking brown bear. Shiro looked up to meet his gaze. He looked apathetic, his eyelids lowered in a way that wasn’t rude or scrutinizing, just unamused. He stood at least a whole head taller than Shiro, but his posture was hunched, so he was likely even taller. He wore a blue plaid hanten with a blank white shirt underneath, along with some underwear. His tummy hung over the waistband of the underwear- he had a similar build to Shiro, just much taller. He wore sandals on his huge feetpaws. Shiro felt his face redden. He hoped the guy didn’t notice.
“Can I help you?” The ursine speaks. His voice has a lazy lowness to it. Shiro breaks out of his daze and nods. It took him a few seconds to stop tripping over his words to respond.
“Y-Yes. I was wondering if you could turn down your TV. It’s a little loud, and I’m trying to sleep.”
The bear’s eyes settle on Shiro’s face. Despite his lazy demeanor, his gaze has a cutting edge. Shiro averts his to the ground.
“Yeah, sure. Sorry.”
“Oh, thanks!” They stood there for a moment, staring. The bear nods.
“Is… that all?”
“Oh- what’s your name? I live, uh… right next door, and I don’t think we’ve been introduced.”
The bear stares at him. “Matsuda. Matsuda Kita.”
“I-I’m Shiro Uehara. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Yep.” They stand in silence for a few moments. Shiro feels his face redden.
“So, Shiro… now, is that all?”
“Y-Yes! Sorry to bother you. Goodnight!”
“Night.” The door shuts. Shiro lets out a breath. As he reentered his apartment, he heard the soft pounding of Matsuda’s paws as he returned to whatever he was doing. The TV volume was noticeably quieter. Jumping back into bed, he found that sleep came upon him almost immediately.
The light streaming through the window woke Shiro up the next morning. With a groan, he sat up in his bed. After consulting his phone to see if he missed any messages while sleeping, he got up and approached the window, opening the curtains. Shiro enjoyed the energy of the city in the morning: that quiet, electric feeling as people began to mill about the streets and the roads, the sight of shopkeepers sweeping off their front porch and flipping the sign in the display window to OPEN.
He made himself a quick breakfast and sat in front of the TV, watching as the antelope anchor announced the various happenings around Fauna City. Some squash wrestling tournament was happening down at Chantecler Park. He might have to go over there. After finishing his breakfast, he pulled on a sweatshirt and some jeans as he prepared to walk over to the grocery store- before he noticed something on the ground in front of his door. A letter, folded in a neat rectangle. He bent down and picked it up, unfolding it.
“Shiro,
Sorry for having my TV up a bit too loud. Do you want to come over and hang out for a bit? We’ll call it even after that. I’m pretty much always home, so feel free to drop by whenever works for you.
Matsuda from Room 207”
His handwriting was neat- surprising, considering Matsuda’s rather disheveled appearance. Shiro was caught off guard. Maybe going over there would be fun. He could even invite the bear to go with him to Chantecler Park- yeah, that’s a good idea! Maybe Matsuda was a fan of squish wrestling, who knows. Most people in Fauna City were, but Shiro still knew people who weren’t fans. In any case, he figured it’d be fun to ask.
Shiro spent a few minutes getting ready, ensuring he looked nice. He emerged from his apartment, stepped in front of the door to room 207, and knocked.
Silence. Footsteps. A lock clicks. The door opens.
The austere bear looks down at Shiro. He wore the same hanten, but a different shirt; this one was grey with some writing with “I GOT ON FNN AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY T-SHIRT” emblazoned on the chest and belly. The shark holds up the letter. “I, uh… got your letter. Is now a good time? To, uhh… hang out, I mean.” His face reddens.
“Mhm. Come in.” Matsuda holds the door open for Shiro, stepping back to give the chubby shark room to enter. He closed and locked the door behind him.
Inside, the apartment was… well, rather messy. Just saying “messy” would be an understatement. Clothes were strewn on the floor and messily shoved into drawers. Posters hung on the walls, some crooked and others covering the corners of other posters. Most were for comics or TV shows, some of which Shiro didn’t recognize. Books and comics sat stacked against the walls. A large futon sat in the bedroom on the floor, positioned in front of the TV, which had multiple gaming consoles plugged into its ports. Beside the futon was an electronic drawing pad. The kitchen had some beer cans and soda cans stacked into various forms: pyramids, cubes, and one that was just a huge column. The table was completely clean, however, with a decorative daitō set in a small indentation in the wall above it. The hum of the air conditioner with the stereo of the TV mixed into white noise in the background.
“Sorry. It’s kinda messy in here.” Matsuda shrugs. “I was gonna clean up… and then I didn’t.”
“D-Don’t worry about it, Matsuda!”
“Just call me Matsu.” With a flourish of his hanten, Matsu lumbers into the kitchen, getting out a kettle and two mugs. “Do you drink tea?”
“Yeah. I don’t mind what kind, though.” The bear grunts in response, putting the water on.
“So… Matsu, you were on FNN?” The bear looks at him with a confused stare. After a moment, a smile graces his snout and he nods.
“Mhm. They did a story on NEETs.”
“NEETs?”
“Yeah. Not in Education, Employment, or Training. It’s an acronym.” He continues preparing the supplies needed for the tea. His paws worked dexterously for someone whose hands were so huge. “It was about a year ago, I think.”
“So, you’re... unemployed?” Shiro tilts his head, confused. He didn’t want to sound rude.
“Pretty much. I draw and write and get paid for commissions, which is enough to pay my bills. I like it though. Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He lets out a sigh as the water finishes heating. He pours the tea into the mugs and allows it to steep. “You work though, don’t you, Shiro?”
He flinches, caught off guard. “Y-Yeah, I do. Just office stuff for now.”
“Figured. You get up at the same time on weekdays.” Shiro’s face reddens. Could he really tell that just by hearing him through their shared wall? Matsu brings the tea over to Shiro, who sips some of it. “Thin walls. Sorry if that was creepy.” They drink their tea in silence. It was wonderful tea. Shiro sneaks a glance up at Matsu. He stares back with those sharp eyes. Shiro almost spits out his tea, embarrassed. Gosh, he totally knows!!!
“Shiro, do you play video games?” Matsu broke the silence. He smiled down at Shiro. It was a reassuring smirk, not a lazy one, like how many of his expressions are.
“A bit.”
“You seemed the type. We can play some while you’re here.”
“Only if you go easy on me…!”
“That can be arranged. I’m a competitive bear, though, so don’t blame me.” Matsu laughs. He finished the tea quickly and motions Shiro over to the futon. The shark follows, sidestepping the strewn around clothes and books like landmines. He breathes out, finally working up the courage to ask.
“So, uh… I was wondering… i-if you wanted to go over to Chantecler Park with me today.” Shiro sits down on the futon beside Matsu. The bear raises an eyebrow, looking down at him. Shiro stammers. “B-But that’s just if you want to! Don’t feel pressured at all, really!”
Matsu glares at him before a smile crosses his face. He turns his attention to the television. “Hmmm… I don’t know. I prefer to stay at home.”
“Th-That’s fine…” Shiro huffs, a little crestfallen. Matsu sneaks a glance at Shiro.
“Hm. Here, how about this? If you win at this game, I’ll go with you to Chantecler Park.” His huge paws flick through the menus with ease.
“And… if you win?” Shiro fiddles with the controller in his hands.
“I’m not sure.” Matsu scratches his tummy before continuing. “You must be a fan of squish wrestling, aren’t you?” Shiro’s blushing face in response tells him all that he needs to know. “I figured. I watch the news too, Shiro. I know there’s a tournament at Chantecler. This way, if you win, we do what you want; but if I win, we’ll do what I want… but I suspect you’d want it too, a little bit.” Shiro looked down at the controller, which sat in his hands. He gripped it with an iron grasp. “If I win… how about you become my insole for the day instead? That way, we’ll still get to spend the time together.” He waggles the toes of a huge, outstretched footpaw, which sat in a sandal.
Shiro feels his face redden. Would it be bad to say… he would enjoy it a little? He feels Matsu’s hazel eyes boring into the side of his face. “You’re on. I hope you have nice clothes to go to Chantecler in.” He sneaks a teasing glance to Matsu, who shakes his head.
“Mighty confident for someone who just three minutes ago asked me to go easy on them.” The bear gives a confident sneer as he clicks the START button.
The game was over before it began. Shiro droops his head in shame as Matsu’s character finishes off Shiro’s. The virtual announcer proclaims Matsu’s victory with a great fanfare, and the bear looks down to Shiro with a pleased smile. “Hm. Well, Shiro, you know what this means.” With a yawn, he kicks off his sandals and steps forward. Shiro blushes.
“Fine, b-but this means you have to go somewhere with me sometime.”
“Only if you can ever beat me at a videogame… assuming you didn’t throw the match, that is.” The bear retorts, and Shiro blushes. With a slightly cruel grin, he picked up his huge paw, placing it on Shiro’s snout and pressing down with light pressure. He pushes down with great force. Shiro’s face smushes down like clay, conforming to the underside of his paw. He lets out a snort. “You’re rather soft, aren’t you?” Shiro feels his arms and legs tense up, like some kind of rigor mortis, before going limp again. After pressing down on his face once more, Matsu lifts up his paw, leaving Shiro’s face squished down on the ground. The shark’s features were spread out and smeared a bit under all that pressure. He was blushing. “So, I was right. You are enjoying this.” Matsu chuckles, pressing his paws down on Shiro’s moobs and the top of his tummy, pushing a squeak from his flattened form.
He continued down Shiro’s body, from his belly and his hands to his legs and his paws, placing each paw print with deliberate care. All Shiro could do was blush and allow the bear’s huge paws to press him down endlessly. Standing up, the bear surveyed his work, like an artist reviewing his magnum opus. He nodded. Matsu then peeled Shiro’s form from the ground, beginning to fold the thin shark over and over and over again. “This’ll just be for today. That is, unless you want it to be longer.” He chuckles as Shiro shivers, feeling the touch of his warm, dextrous paws press him into continuously smaller shapes. After finishing this step, Shiro simply appeared as some sort of blank blue strip of soft foam or something similar.
“Into the sandal… and I’ll change you back tonight. But for now…” He places Shiro into his sandal with a grin. “Get comfortable. I will.” He slid his paw into the sandal. While Shiro couldn’t talk, the sudden pressure from the NEET’s huge body weight pushed a silent groan from his body. His paws were warm and soft, yet endlessly crushing; however, they were comforting in some odd way. Matsu wiggled his paws in his new insole, chuckling. “Thanks, Shiro. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m gonna watch some TV.” Laying out on the futon, he continues to press the sandal containing Shiro into the ground while changing the TV to a regular channel. Occasionally, Shiro could feel his toes clench or wiggle, but otherwise, he was simply trapped underneath Matsu’s massive stompers. He didn’t mind all too much, though.
He liked it there with Matsu.
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