[ hey now! keith’s the one who brought shiro’s back into this. shiro is entirely innocent and unassuming… though, now that keith mentions it, if he wouldn't mind tossing in a goodnight back massage, it’s not like shiro is ridiculous enough to turn that down. shiro huffs a playfully scandalized sound to the poke, not that he does anything to try getting away. keith does that for him with a flop and while shiro doesn’t follow after him, he does twist his body, looking back at his best friend.

there are precisely two beats in which everything keeps: keith is sighing happily, shiro is smiling happily, everything is very happy and content. and still, it remains so in the third beat, it’s just shiro ends up laughing. it bubbles out of him loud, the combination of relief and excitement for this bed situation going smoothly, catapulting his mood high. ]

You’re already getting a large, comfy bed out of it, more or less guaranteeing a good night’s sleep.

[ teasing, chiding, shiro rolls his eyes and grins wider, more lopsided by the end of it. he reaches over and pinches at keith’s side. ]

What else could you possibly want, greedy?