[ what has he walked into? heaven comes to him first. a trap comes to him second. yet, even in thinking of potential ambushes, self-preservation has never been shiro’s strong suit. so, he lets his defenses slip. eyeing that fluttering hem a moment too long is his mistake. it gives keith just enough leeway to saddle in close, tipping into shiro’s space without the slightest fuss. sorry baby -- shiro doesn’t say it, but it’s there in the smile that curls his lips. thoughts of a rushed errand and a few mistimed lights don’t keep for very long though. they can’t; not when keith has the box open and a finger pressed to his lip.
cute. another mistake on shiro’s part. keith’s wondering aloud about which one and shiro’s busy thinking about how cozy he looks with the neckline drooping low and the sleeves hanging too far on empty, unfilled space. he’d bundled up in fabric that doesn’t quite leave him swimming in it, but the excess only drives home the difference in size between them and…
maybe shiro likes that. maybe he likes it a lot.
still standing there with a eggplant float package under his arm and an open box of eclairs perched on his palm, shiro holds that vaguely besotted expression two, three moments longer, before he realizes that keith hasn’t picked an eclair yet. his voice catches on a hum that pitches high at the end, sounding more questioning in nature. ]
Oh. [ he doesn’t even know if keith is waiting for him to contribute. either way, he points into the box with his free hand, apartment keyring hanging off his middle finger. ]
That one looks pretty good.
[ and now he’s sweet in his smile when he looks to keith. the eclair of choice? corner right, second one in. ]
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cute. another mistake on shiro’s part. keith’s wondering aloud about which one and shiro’s busy thinking about how cozy he looks with the neckline drooping low and the sleeves hanging too far on empty, unfilled space. he’d bundled up in fabric that doesn’t quite leave him swimming in it, but the excess only drives home the difference in size between them and…
maybe shiro likes that. maybe he likes it a lot.
still standing there with a eggplant float package under his arm and an open box of eclairs perched on his palm, shiro holds that vaguely besotted expression two, three moments longer, before he realizes that keith hasn’t picked an eclair yet. his voice catches on a hum that pitches high at the end, sounding more questioning in nature. ]
Oh. [ he doesn’t even know if keith is waiting for him to contribute. either way, he points into the box with his free hand, apartment keyring hanging off his middle finger. ]
That one looks pretty good.
[ and now he’s sweet in his smile when he looks to keith. the eclair of choice? corner right, second one in. ]