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       ⁂  @bomba-tea ❤’d for a thing

     Hands -- or rather, one hand trembles in his lap as his body sits hunched forward, head bowed with eyes wide open, drops of sweat running down from his forehead and occasionally dripping from the tip of his nose and chin. He can’t believe what’s just happened, what’s led to him being left here, alone, in this small and near-empty room. Things had been normal, completely normal, but something about a couple of Garrison security guards walking down the hallway in his direction had just... set him off. In watching them, suddenly he’d been back on that Galra ship, sentries marching toward him, and at first... he’d simply frozen up. But then fight or flight had kicked in, and he chose fight. Before he knew what happened, he’d had a frightened security guard pinned to the wall, his hand around the man’s neck. Shiro had dropped him the moment he came back to reality and realized what he was doing, but it had still resulted in him being led here and left to... calm down, he thinks he remembers hearing them say. Maybe bring a psychiatrist to evaluate him. Or, maybe they’ll take this opportunity to simply lock him away. Maybe, he thinks, that’s what they should do.

A sharp inhale is sucked in through grit teeth and his head snaps up at the sound of the door to the room opening. Regardless of how he feels about himself right now, of what he thinks might be best for everyone to prevent him from accidentally attacking someone again, Shiro is terrified of the possibility of the Garrison locking him up. He can’t do that again, can’t live in a cell again---

Except, the tall, thin figure that steps through isn’t any Garrison official like he’s been expecting, rather someone he’s both relieved and afraid to see right now.

          “ Honey, what--- You shouldn’t be here, what’re you... Did they let you in here? ”

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  ⁂  @bomba-tea ❤’d for a v small thing

      “ ---Wait, what was that noise? You didn’t just take a picture of my butt,          did you? Honey, don’t you think your followers would be just as happy          with a picture of Katsu, or something? I think you have more candids of          my ass than pictures of my face on your Instagram at this point. ”

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She’d get out of bed if she could, but she can’t--Shiro’s still asleep and she wants to watch him, and if that makes her late for class (and the worst part of an Aerosmith song), so be it. Honey traces a careful finger between his brows, down the line of his scarred nose, then caresses the backs of her fingers across his cheek. She’s not going to be late--she’s going to miss class entirely. ( shmoop :3 )

i’m Living for the shmoop                    »» @bomba-tea

     It’s with a deep inhale that he starts to rouse, though it’s slow. He can feel the dip in the bed and the warmth indicating Honey’s presence, that she’s still in bed, and it provides the comfort that allows him to wake up as slowly as he’d like. A rarity, his brain usually snapping him up about the moment he’s capable of a conscious thought most mornings.

Sensation of a light touch running along his nose tugs him a bit closer to awareness, but it isn’t until her fingers have stroked his cheek a few times that things actually sink in. A sleepy smile spreads, and Shiro is content to stay like this. Who doesn’t like waking up to soft touches from an adorable girlfriend? Stirring a bit more, his hand slides out from beneath his pillow and catches her wrist gently, holding it in place so that he can turn his head and press a kiss into her palm.

     “ Morning, ” he murmurs, releasing her and letting his hand fall back to the bed, face turning and burying back into his pillow. The smile has yet to leave his lips. Another slow, relaxed breath is drawn in, then out, and finally he starts to blink his eyes open. His vision is bleary at first, but Honey’s face becomes clear after a moment or two and yes, this is definitely the best sight to open his eyes up to first thing in the morning. Hand raising again, Shiro shifts himself just a little bit toward her, the backs of his own fingers mimicking her caress from before along her own cheek before carefully encouraging her face closer. Lips catching Honey’s, he keeps the ‘good morning’ kiss brief and, when he breaks it, it’s with the same smile as ever.

          “ …You’re skipping class right now, aren’t you? ”

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Honey holds a sprig of mistletoe over Shiro's head and stands there expectantly. :I

let’s pretend this isn’t as late as it is                  »» @bomba-tea

     He only needs a second to glance up at what’s being held over his head, though he can’t hold back the amusement that marks his smile once he recognizes what it is. How very unsubtle of her. A quiet chuckle escapes him, and his gaze lowers back to Honey’s face, taking a moment to inspect her expectant expression. Well, if there’s one thing he can do, it’s take a hint which is that obvious.

Without any further delay, Shiro leans forward and catches Honey’s lips with his own, his hand coming up to allow his fingers to brush lightly along her jawline. The kiss is more than a simple peck, it’s something deeper, and something filled with love. Even so, it doesn’t last too long, and soon enough he pulls back, though his face remains close to hers as his eyes flutter open.

     “You know,” he begins, still close enough for her to feel his breath against her lips as he speaks, “you don’t have to resort to things like mistletoe if you want a kiss. You can just ask.” The smile he wears shines in his eyes, though Shiro pauses here and seems to take a second or two to think things over.

          “…Although, this was pretty cute.”

Which makes it deserving of another kiss, if you ask him. With another soft laugh, he leans back in, his hand actually coming to rest against Honey this time, his fingers brushing through her hair as he sets it gently on the back of her head.

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☄  @bomba-tea ( a continuation based on x )

     Coffee ordered and received, Shiro has led Honey to a table on the quieter side of the cafe, a table near a wall so they have some privacy and it’s not too loud for a conversation. Because... they kind of need to have a conversation. It’s a conversation he hasn’t thought they needed, probably, up until today. That whole... thing in the bookstore was kind of show that they did actually need it. That Honey has similar feelings to the ones that he has, and... Well. This is the sort of thing that makes a friendship awkward if you ignore it. Plus... if they talk, maybe they can make something happen that they’ll both be happy with.

          --He won’t get his hopes up for a change in their relationship, though.             More often than not, when he explains his side of things, the other             person can’t agree.

     “So,” he says once they’re both seated, his coffee cup resting on the table, hand wrapped around it. There’s a smile on his face, but there’s an undeniable hint of awkwardness to it. “That was some kiss, huh?” Eyebrows raise a little and a soft breath of a laugh escapes. “I have to say, I don’t make out in bookstores very often.” Or ever. Shiro’s pretty sure that was a first time thing. --Not that it was bad. The complete opposite, actually.

     “Is that...” Trailing off, he closes his mouth for a second, glancing down to his coffee and clearing his throat. While he might come off generally as a pretty confident person, this is definitely one of those areas that he’s... a bit lacking in confidence. It’s a bit more awkward to push through than in other aspects of his life, but he does it all the same, dark eyes flitting back up to Honey’s face, gentle but questioning. “...Is that something you’d like to do more?” The question hangs for a moment or two before Shiro makes a hurried correction: “--The kissing thing, not the bookstore thing. It doesn’t have to be in a bookstore.”

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▻ @bomba-tea  ( continued from x )

Pausing, Shiro blinks and his eyes flit up to catch sight of the white tuft of hair hanging over his forehead. It’s not really something he’s ever thought of as cute, personally, but more importantly--

          “J-rocker? I’ve never thought about it like that. ...Is that                really what it looks like?”