[ the twisting around should give keith ample warning of shiro's intentions, but it still does nothing to dampen the spread of heat across his cheeks when they end up lying side by side and face to face. the atmosphere is still light and jovial, but there's something a little special about holding and being held that feels delicate enough to be blown away with an errant breath of air. keith's stomach twists, heart fluttering with inexplicable nervousness. ]

You can be whatever you want, Shiro.

[ for as long as keith can remember, that's something shiro's always fought relentlessly for. keith will be damned if he starts trying to tell shiro what he can or can't be in the kitchen. expression fond, he catches shiro's flicky fingers and holds them in his hand. ]

But I'd like to handle you. In the interest of preventing a fire. [ a beat. ] If you'll let me anyway.