[ The bewilderment is absolutely precious and Keith decides it's time to put both their phones away. He tugs at Shiro's device, prising it out of his hands and sets both of them on the counter behind him. They're irrelevant now, he's decided. Next, he reaches up to gently cup Shiro's face with both hands. He doesn't move any closer, just wanting to savor looking at Shiro this way. Close, tender, like the world is just the two of them.
A beat passes in silence as Keith carefully traces the bottom edge of the horizontal scarring on Shiro's face. It's the first time he's ever touched it, and maybe he ought to know better than to touch it now, but he does it holding eye contact throughout. No shying away, no flinching, just a warm smile and something of a hopeful expression to mirror Shiro's. ]
shiro gunning for that harem
A beat passes in silence as Keith carefully traces the bottom edge of the horizontal scarring on Shiro's face. It's the first time he's ever touched it, and maybe he ought to know better than to touch it now, but he does it holding eye contact throughout. No shying away, no flinching, just a warm smile and something of a hopeful expression to mirror Shiro's. ]
I like the sound of "mine" too.