[ keith’s doing it again. this time, however, their gazes catch and shiro watches keith’s brow crease as a frown takes shape. he has the briefest moment to wonder if he should be concerned, because keith’s thoughts are clearly going somewhere, but then noses brush and keith’s offering shiro the simplest of suggestions. that’s it? that’s all keith needs from him?
emotion fills him then, both of which are nebulous, yet conflicting. first, there’s the gentle wave of affection that isn’t at all new when it comes to keith. it’s reactionary at this point; he feels it in varying levels every time he spends any amount of time with his best friend. here, it’s wrapped up in syrupy sweetness, the extent of it warming him from the inside out leaving him feeling unbalanced, even though he’s lying down and curled. it’s like that sometimes; he isn’t so bold to say this is adoration, but keith’s looking at him and speaking to him in hushed tones, so genuinely happy with the show of shiro’s barest effort. precious, is a word that comes to him then, though he can’t say if he means to direct it at their friendship or at keith himself.
either way, he feels protective in the moment and sorry too. disappointed, fits better. it’s strange to be touched by keith’s modest nature while simultaneously being frustrated by it. or more specifically, frustrated with himself for it. is keith that easily satisfied or has shiro given him the bare minimum so frequently in the recent past that he’s grown to want nothing more? makes sense, shiro just barely worked through accepting the idea of helping keith through his first time bottoming, only to completely shut down when it didn’t pan out the way shiro had anticipated.
it’s different now though. now, like so much time has passed. they have their feet tangled, fingers laced and faces close, so close… yet keith doesn’t follow shiro’s thoughts down the route of sentence sheets. he doesn’t ask for a kiss. it has shiro disappointed and then confused as to why he’s disappointed. ]
You’re making it too easy for me.
[ the words slip out without thought. you didn’t a few minutes ago, sounds off in his mind. with how they are currently, it’s difficult to even remember how keith laid into him hard. inevitably, no matter how bad things get, keith makes things easy for him, whether through supporting him through difficult situations or being more forgiving of shiro’s barriers, more so than anyone else. point is, this is easy and natural, and while that’s good, part of shiro can’t understand why he’s being given a free pass. ]
I’m not doing anything special. This is just how I look at you.
[ funnily enough, he’s not holding up his end of the bargain. the smile is still there, but it’s dimmed to something softer, something carrying a twinge of confusion. ]
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emotion fills him then, both of which are nebulous, yet conflicting. first, there’s the gentle wave of affection that isn’t at all new when it comes to keith. it’s reactionary at this point; he feels it in varying levels every time he spends any amount of time with his best friend. here, it’s wrapped up in syrupy sweetness, the extent of it warming him from the inside out leaving him feeling unbalanced, even though he’s lying down and curled. it’s like that sometimes; he isn’t so bold to say this is adoration, but keith’s looking at him and speaking to him in hushed tones, so genuinely happy with the show of shiro’s barest effort. precious, is a word that comes to him then, though he can’t say if he means to direct it at their friendship or at keith himself.
either way, he feels protective in the moment and sorry too. disappointed, fits better. it’s strange to be touched by keith’s modest nature while simultaneously being frustrated by it. or more specifically, frustrated with himself for it. is keith that easily satisfied or has shiro given him the bare minimum so frequently in the recent past that he’s grown to want nothing more? makes sense, shiro just barely worked through accepting the idea of helping keith through his first time bottoming, only to completely shut down when it didn’t pan out the way shiro had anticipated.
it’s different now though. now, like so much time has passed. they have their feet tangled, fingers laced and faces close, so close… yet keith doesn’t follow shiro’s thoughts down the route of sentence sheets. he doesn’t ask for a kiss. it has shiro disappointed and then confused as to why he’s disappointed. ]
You’re making it too easy for me.
[ the words slip out without thought. you didn’t a few minutes ago, sounds off in his mind. with how they are currently, it’s difficult to even remember how keith laid into him hard. inevitably, no matter how bad things get, keith makes things easy for him, whether through supporting him through difficult situations or being more forgiving of shiro’s barriers, more so than anyone else. point is, this is easy and natural, and while that’s good, part of shiro can’t understand why he’s being given a free pass. ]
I’m not doing anything special. This is just how I look at you.
[ funnily enough, he’s not holding up his end of the bargain. the smile is still there, but it’s dimmed to something softer, something carrying a twinge of confusion. ]