[ by the time keith has safely deposited shiro onto his bed, he feels just about ready to go drop onto his own mattress, curl onto his side and go to sleep. or so he thought until he lingered just a little too long and gets a little lost in studying his best friend's sleepy face. it's nice -- keith thinks -- just looking and knowing that the exhaustion is from a mostly normal night out, rather than the lead-limbed weariness after a battle. maybe that's a weird sentiment to be having, but he can't help feeling a little protective here. although normalcy is just about the last thing shiro ever wanted for himself back home, keith can't help cherishing the small pockets of it they have from time to time.
of course, that's not a valid reason to linger on the edge of shiro's bed. the fort-mattress on the floor of his room is less appealig by the second, but it's time to say goodnight. y'knw, before anything else can happen. what that anything else might even be at this point is hard to fathom, but the testicle festival was certainly eventful enough to make anything else seem possible.
turns out that this "anything else" is actually a bit of a pleasant surprise. after all the ribbing and teasing about who has seniority and who calls who sir, shiro finally concedes. of course it's nothing more than a joke, but there's a curious swoop and rush in his chest and an all too happy sile blooms on keith's face.
at the end of the day, of course titles and ranks don't matter between them, but it sounds .... nice hearing it said in shiro's voice while they're smiling at each other. is that weird? keith inches in just a little closer, gently covering shiro's galra hand with his own as he leans close. ]
Oh. You're finally acknowledging me. [ he grins, giving shiro's prosthetic fingers a gentle squeeze. then with a laugh, he adds: ] Guess that means I should acknowledge you, huh?
[ whatever that means. qualifying it even to himself just seems like a bad idea though. it's really just the outline of a familiair routine tha keeps his tone relatively normal as he asks: ]
Close your eyes?
[ it's the brief lull that comes afterwards where shiro complies that makes keith jittery from the inside out. slowly, carefully he brings both his hands up to cup his best firend's face, touch gentle and light, like he's holding something rare aand precious. thumb brushing along shiro's cheek, he pauses at the corner of his lips. voice whispersoft and heart pounding hard in his chest, hhe leans in close enough that their noses touch. ]
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of course, that's not a valid reason to linger on the edge of shiro's bed. the fort-mattress on the floor of his room is less appealig by the second, but it's time to say goodnight. y'knw, before anything else can happen. what that anything else might even be at this point is hard to fathom, but the testicle festival was certainly eventful enough to make anything else seem possible.
turns out that this "anything else" is actually a bit of a pleasant surprise. after all the ribbing and teasing about who has seniority and who calls who sir, shiro finally concedes. of course it's nothing more than a joke, but there's a curious swoop and rush in his chest and an all too happy sile blooms on keith's face.
at the end of the day, of course titles and ranks don't matter between them, but it sounds .... nice hearing it said in shiro's voice while they're smiling at each other. is that weird? keith inches in just a little closer, gently covering shiro's galra hand with his own as he leans close. ]
Oh. You're finally acknowledging me. [ he grins, giving shiro's prosthetic fingers a gentle squeeze. then with a laugh, he adds: ] Guess that means I should acknowledge you, huh?
[ whatever that means. qualifying it even to himself just seems like a bad idea though. it's really just the outline of a familiair routine tha keeps his tone relatively normal as he asks: ]
Close your eyes?
[ it's the brief lull that comes afterwards where shiro complies that makes keith jittery from the inside out. slowly, carefully he brings both his hands up to cup his best firend's face, touch gentle and light, like he's holding something rare aand precious. thumb brushing along shiro's cheek, he pauses at the corner of his lips. voice whispersoft and heart pounding hard in his chest, hhe leans in close enough that their noses touch. ]
Does this feel natural to you?