"What kind of gratitude is that?! You might as well just give me two hundred million!"
Rin, straddling Shinji, vented her indignation by swinging her weak little fists at him again and again.
Shinji blocked her blows while retorting, "You're still young. You can't handle it!"
"What are you even talking abou—" Before she could finish, Rin suddenly sensed something and froze. "Huh? What's this under me? It's so hard... and pretty big..."
Watching Rin silently get up, her voice growing quieter as her face gradually turned bright red, then turn away and softly call him a pervert, Shinji felt it was time to salvage his image!
"What are you imagining? I've just got half a brick in my pocket."
As he spoke, Shinji pushed himself up from the ground and pulled half a brick from his right pants pocket.
Only then did Rin's expression improve somewhat, though she still looked strange. "Why are you carrying something like that?"
"I just thought that if we ran into danger again, I could use it for self-defense or something."
Rin: ...
The morning passed without incident.
At lunchtime, Shinji had barely gotten up from his seat to head to the cafeteria for a rare big-eating contest with Mitsuzuri when Shirou stopped him.
"Shinji, I'm going to the rooftop with Tohsaka-san at noon to discuss some things about the Holy Grail War."
Looking at Shirou's utterly sincere expression, Shinji did not understand at first why he was telling him this. Then he caught on.
Put into plain language, what Shirou had just said was basically:
I, Emiya Shirou, will never coexist with NTR!
Not knowing how to react, Shinji stayed silent for a full five seconds before reaching out, lightly patting Shirou on the shoulder, and saying helplessly in a low voice,