[ it’s weighty in a way he hasn’t readied himself for. he’s been teasing; genuinely, as far as cocky grins and playful pitches go, anticipating keith to rally back with another demand for shiro to hurry up with their mutually exclusive kisses. that’s keith though: the boy’s lethal, and not only with a blade in his hand. here, he’s got a shy look about him and soft words, the honesty so freely given that shiro’s disarmed by the end of it.
you know?
he can’t say he’s known this to be true, but he’s shamelessly revelled in the hope of it being true. he likes being keith’s favorite person, the one he feels most comfortable turning to, even if at times, shiro puts up boundaries that make it harder. it’s complicated. it’s shiro thinking too heavily about how things should be handled, rather than how he would like them to be handled. he’s getting better about being honest with himself though, as well as with keith, and so, he swallows back the reflex to edit his reciprocation, voice soft. ]
You’re that, too – for me.
[ he doesn’t want to turn this around to be about him. it’s not that. it’s that keith deserves to know that he’s a big comfort to shiro as well. has been, ever since he swooped in and rescued shiro from the garrison. ]
I don’t like people looking at me either, like they’re trying to make sense of what it is they’re seeing. They don’t understand. They can’t.
[ he pitches his weight onto his metal arm and balances out, lifting his other hand to run a palm to keith’s forehead, pushing back his bangs. ]
But you do. Maybe not about before, about what happened… but – you see me.
[ him. not the scars or the weird hair or the metal arm. not even the old title of the garrison’s golden boy like the other paladins do. it’s nice – to be seen in that way. he huffs a light, amused sound, part chiding in the way his smile grows wider. he rolls his eyes, looking away. ]
God, that was cheesy, wasn’t it? All that to say that I like looking at you and I like you looking at me. [ and you know what? he’s still not going to give keith much of a chance to get a word in edgewise, because shiro will be shoving an arm underneath keith’s shoulders and then pushing off, dragging keith through the roll that puts keith on top, shiro now with his back to the bed. ]
So, should I spoil you with kisses now or after we’ve crawled under the covers?
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you know?
he can’t say he’s known this to be true, but he’s shamelessly revelled in the hope of it being true. he likes being keith’s favorite person, the one he feels most comfortable turning to, even if at times, shiro puts up boundaries that make it harder. it’s complicated. it’s shiro thinking too heavily about how things should be handled, rather than how he would like them to be handled. he’s getting better about being honest with himself though, as well as with keith, and so, he swallows back the reflex to edit his reciprocation, voice soft. ]
You’re that, too – for me.
[ he doesn’t want to turn this around to be about him. it’s not that. it’s that keith deserves to know that he’s a big comfort to shiro as well. has been, ever since he swooped in and rescued shiro from the garrison. ]
I don’t like people looking at me either, like they’re trying to make sense of what it is they’re seeing. They don’t understand. They can’t.
[ he pitches his weight onto his metal arm and balances out, lifting his other hand to run a palm to keith’s forehead, pushing back his bangs. ]
But you do. Maybe not about before, about what happened… but – you see me.
[ him. not the scars or the weird hair or the metal arm. not even the old title of the garrison’s golden boy like the other paladins do. it’s nice – to be seen in that way. he huffs a light, amused sound, part chiding in the way his smile grows wider. he rolls his eyes, looking away. ]
God, that was cheesy, wasn’t it? All that to say that I like looking at you and I like you looking at me. [ and you know what? he’s still not going to give keith much of a chance to get a word in edgewise, because shiro will be shoving an arm underneath keith’s shoulders and then pushing off, dragging keith through the roll that puts keith on top, shiro now with his back to the bed. ]
So, should I spoil you with kisses now or after we’ve crawled under the covers?