[ pretty bad, he says. pretty bad. huh. in that case, shiro needs to do a mental check of his facial expression. there’s a strain to his eyes, signaling that he hasn’t blinked in the usual, allotted time, just a touch too infatuated with what is unfolding before him to complete menial tasks. he’s pink, he can feel the heat holding in his cheeks. at least his mouth is closed, though, shit his damn teeth have caught the bottom lip. he makes sure to soften his mouth in the next beat, but altogether, he’s pretty sure he’s projecting quite the opposite of someone thinking pretty bad.
this is keith though. his obliviousness would be charming if it didn’t burden shiro with the necessity to spell things out. actually – fuck – it’s still charming, that keith can be so blind to his own attractiveness. shiro simply wishes this were easier. that it felt more natural. he thinks he could feel like that, eventually; they just need to push past a few hurdles and – ]
No.
[ it takes a beat, but he manages a smile, his gaze flicking up to check keith’s face. ]
Not bad.
[ and just because he’s a fantastic best friend, he’ll hurry up in his stripping, so keith isn’t the only one on display. granted, boxer-briefs are modest compared to a jockstrap, but shiro’s got the shorts down to his ankles and he’s stepping out of them. he laughs on the straighten up, folding the shorts over and in on themselves. ]
I can’t believe it’s red, though. [ he wants to keep looking, truthfully, but he keeps his gaze on keith’s face for now, voice teasing in hopes of easing the awkwardness. ] Should we call it fate?
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this is keith though. his obliviousness would be charming if it didn’t burden shiro with the necessity to spell things out. actually – fuck – it’s still charming, that keith can be so blind to his own attractiveness. shiro simply wishes this were easier. that it felt more natural. he thinks he could feel like that, eventually; they just need to push past a few hurdles and – ]
No.
[ it takes a beat, but he manages a smile, his gaze flicking up to check keith’s face. ]
Not bad.
[ and just because he’s a fantastic best friend, he’ll hurry up in his stripping, so keith isn’t the only one on display. granted, boxer-briefs are modest compared to a jockstrap, but shiro’s got the shorts down to his ankles and he’s stepping out of them. he laughs on the straighten up, folding the shorts over and in on themselves. ]
I can’t believe it’s red, though. [ he wants to keep looking, truthfully, but he keeps his gaze on keith’s face for now, voice teasing in hopes of easing the awkwardness. ] Should we call it fate?