[ it's precisely because the situation doesn't call for stripping that keith is not adequately prepared for this. actually -- forget adequately. not one iota of keith had sincerely expected any level of indulgency and that much is very plain by the dumbfounded oh of his face when shiro takes off the shirt. it's hardly the first time keith has seen shiro without a shirt on, and all things considered this is still far more dressed than he's previously seen his best friend who he's going steady with. kinda. sorta. maybe. possibly. whatever that means.
keith might have recoevered if that were the end of it. true, there are a lot of vicious scars that criss cross his best friend's skin, but the figure he cuts is so striking all the same that keith can't help the fluttering lurch in his chest every time he's lucky enough to see.
but noooooo. shiro isn't content with just presenting an unobscure view, he has to put on a fucking show. the first jump of his pec actually makes keith half squawk in his surprise, eyes going owlishly round as he stares in sheer disbelief at what he's seeing. another bounce makes it clear that it wasn't some random muscle spasm or a fluke. ]
Woah...
[ a little spell bound, the word slips out of him unconsciously. the wolf looks up then as well, head swiveling from keith to shiro to figure out what the hubbub is about. the wolf doesn't seem to get it at all. shiro flexes for the last time, making the wolf flinch back, like he's expecting some kind of chest burster. keith , on the other hand, is riveted and simulataneously bombarded with a sudden tsunami of questions. questions like when the fuck shiro learned how to do this and why.
he blinks, slow to take his eyes off shiro's chest long after the flexing is over until a strange clarity hits him upside the head. he doesn't care. he doesn't care why shiro decided he was going to master this because the image of shiro practicing in the shower or in his cube while nobody is looking is the most endeared he's felt in a while. chest expanding in a sudden rush of affection, the pressure has nowhere to go but out in a delighted leaugh. ]
Shiro, that's -- pffff
[ he never finishes what that is. he hangs his head in helpless laughter that shakes his whole body, free hand coming up to half heartedly hide one rose flushed cheek. the wolf seems just as taken aback by keith's outpouring of happiness, giving each boy a confused headtilt stare before wagging his tail to show puzzled solidarity. keith meanwhile struggles to catch his breath, wiping at his eyes as he gasps: ]
How are you the most precious dork in the universe?
you say this like most of our threads arent stupid
keith might have recoevered if that were the end of it. true, there are a lot of vicious scars that criss cross his best friend's skin, but the figure he cuts is so striking all the same that keith can't help the fluttering lurch in his chest every time he's lucky enough to see.
but noooooo. shiro isn't content with just presenting an unobscure view, he has to put on a fucking show. the first jump of his pec actually makes keith half squawk in his surprise, eyes going owlishly round as he stares in sheer disbelief at what he's seeing. another bounce makes it clear that it wasn't some random muscle spasm or a fluke. ]
Woah...
[ a little spell bound, the word slips out of him unconsciously. the wolf looks up then as well, head swiveling from keith to shiro to figure out what the hubbub is about. the wolf doesn't seem to get it at all. shiro flexes for the last time, making the wolf flinch back, like he's expecting some kind of chest burster. keith , on the other hand, is riveted and simulataneously bombarded with a sudden tsunami of questions. questions like when the fuck shiro learned how to do this and why.
he blinks, slow to take his eyes off shiro's chest long after the flexing is over until a strange clarity hits him upside the head. he doesn't care. he doesn't care why shiro decided he was going to master this because the image of shiro practicing in the shower or in his cube while nobody is looking is the most endeared he's felt in a while. chest expanding in a sudden rush of affection, the pressure has nowhere to go but out in a delighted leaugh. ]
Shiro, that's -- pffff
[ he never finishes what that is. he hangs his head in helpless laughter that shakes his whole body, free hand coming up to half heartedly hide one rose flushed cheek. the wolf seems just as taken aback by keith's outpouring of happiness, giving each boy a confused headtilt stare before wagging his tail to show puzzled solidarity. keith meanwhile struggles to catch his breath, wiping at his eyes as he gasps: ]
How are you the most precious dork in the universe?