(Third person's POV- omniscient)
Hiroshi felt something ticklish on his bare chest as his hold on his sword got tightened.
His sharp senses made him awake immediately when he heard soft footsteps in the room. Who was it?
"Tch! Damn you!" He heard a woman's voice, "Who sleeps with holding their swords!"
It was like a whisper but he could hear her clearly. Her breath fell on him as he got curious as to what she was doing. And strangely the tone of her voice sounded familiar as he opened his eyes.
It was that red haired thief and currently she was trying to get his sword out of his grip.
She was bending over him but she was being careful not to touch him yet she forgot her hair fell over his chest.
He caught her hands with his free hand as she got startled and a squeak left from her mouth. He turned both of them upside down and now he was on top of her.
He asked with an irritated voice, "Just why are you so obsessed with my sword? Do you like this sword that much?"