#Inside of you is two nerds and both are sweating profusely

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Prompt fill #9 for @dimension20alphabet:

Injury

The air smells of smoke, dust and blood.

 Fabian is pretty sure that his left foot is broken, which sucks because he’s going to have a hard time kicking anyone’s ass without both his feet. Dancing will also be difficult.

 He clutches his battle sheet and tries to pull his foot out of the rubble it got stuck between. If he gets his hands on the bastards who made this damn cave explode above them even their ancestors are going to have a headache waking up tomorrow.

 But for that to happen, Fabian needs to get out of here.

 “Fabian?”

 Riz’ voice sounds hoarse and muffled and Fabian assumes that he’s somewhere behind another pile of rubble.

 “I’m over here”, he answers and tries to make his voice sound casual and not like he wants to do something embarrassing, like whimper from the pain. Fabian can barely anything and breathing is hard because there is so much dust in the air.

 “I’ll—let me see if I can get to you. You okay?”, Riz asks. Fabian doesn’t waste his breath to answer, he tries to push some of the rubble away from his ankle and lets out a wheezing breath. His mouth tastes like iron.

 He can hear Riz try to move the rubble out of the way, but his arms are like tiny twigs so Fabian doesn’t see how he’ll get any of that shit to move. And Fabian, being uselessly stuck with his damn foot, can’t help him.

 Fabian thought that splitting up the party was the smartest move, but now he regrets their choices because damn, they sure could use Kristen’s healing or Adaine’s magic or Gorgug’s insane muscles to move some of this shit.

 The quest to defeat the Night Yorb hasn’t exactly gone well so far. Fabian feels like being stuck in a fucking cave with his foot broken and his mouth full of blood is the peak of bad luck that they have reached so far. He can only hope that the others had more success on their ventures.

 But as far as he knows, they’re also stuck somewhere in here.

 Fabian never specifically had a problem with small, closed spaces, but right now he feels like his chest is unusually tight and he could swear that the damn ceiling is getting closer while he’s desperately trying to get his foot unstuck.

 The rubble behind him shifts and a few pained noises bring Fabian back to reality as a small, lithe shape wiggles itself through an impossible tiny crack made in the pile behind him as Riz appears, his head bleeding profusely and his face contorted in a mix of determination and pain.

 “Are you okay?”, Riz asks again the second he scrambles through the hole he made. Fabian notices that his hands are also bleeding—probably from digging through all those stones. Something in Fabian’s chest feels like a nervous bird fluttering against his rib cage and it takes him a confused moment to realize that it’s his heart.

 Riz has been different since they defeated the Nightmare King.

 More self confident somehow. Less awkward. Scarily competent.

 And he stopped wearing his hat.

 Fabian has been feeling weird around him for a while, but the fact that this little Goblin dug himself through sharp rocks to get to him, bleeding and bruised and hurt, and the first thing he does is ask if Fabian is okay—it does things to him.

 Fabian refuses to acknowledge this.

 “My foot is stuck”, he says.

 Riz—and he’s been Riz for a while now, at least in Fabian’s head, and not The Ball anymore—turns his huge, yellow eyes to the stones that are crushing Fabian’s foot between them.

 “Got it”, Riz says and without doing anything about his bleeding head or his bleeding hands he gets to work, his small frame working tirelessly, determined, stubborn even. The rocks are big—way too big for Riz to actually lift them.

 But Riz wouldn’t be Riz if he wouldn’t be a nerd even about stuff like this.

 Using his sword as leverage he manages to roll the bigger ones off of the pile. While he works Fabian can see blood dripping down the sword and Riz’ face.

 He swallows heavily.

 “You’re bleeding”, he croaks.

 “I know. I’ll take care of it in a second”, Riz answers.

 He’s focused.

 Fabian knows that, when Riz gets like this, there is no way to deter him from the task at hand. It sometimes happens for a project at school, or when he has a case he’s close to cracking. He disappears into his head and into his task at hand and it takes hours for him to appear again.

 Fabian doesn’t know when exactly he started to catalogue all of Riz’ facial expressions and behaviors, but he has quite the collection so far.

 Riz works in silence. Sometimes, when he gets like this, he starts mumbling to himself, but not this time.

 He looks almost grim.

 Fabian isn’t sure if it’s actually getting warmer in here or if that’s just him.

 “Do you think the others got stuck as well?”, he says to distract himself from the heat crawling under his skin and the fluttering in his chest.

 “Probably not. By my estimation they should be way further down already”, Riz murmurs and wipes some sweat off his forehead, which simply leaves a smearing of blood where his hand touches his green skin.

 Fabian has no idea since when his damn brain finds it mesmerizing to see blood on his best friend’s skin, but here he is, staring at Riz because he looks weirdly... ragged? Badass?

 Fabian is annoyed at himself.

 When he finally feels the weight lifted off his ankle he pulls his leg out and makes a pained noise in the back of his throat that causes Riz’ concentrated gaze to turn to him. His yellow eyes remind Fabian of cats’ eyes in the dark and he swallows again as Riz comes over to him and touches Fabian’s face to turn his head to the side so he can inspect his wounds.

 Fabian’s heart stumbles in his chest.

 Gods dammit, this is completely ridiculous.

 “You bleeding anywhere else?”, Riz asks and then his eyes find Fabian’s and they’re staring at each other. Fabian knows that Riz is in no headspace to think about kissing, but damn, Fabian does. Fabian’s stupid brain tells him to just grab Riz by the shoulders and pull him down, pull him on top of Fabian to minimize the space between them—

 “Fabian? You got a concussion? Let me check your eyes.”

 Riz gets even closer.

 Fabian thinks he might die.

 He thinks about the way Aelwyn made him feel back then, when he got so excited about kissing her again. Somehow that was nothing compared to how he’s been feeling about Riz for a while now. As Fig said, kissing someone you’re “madly in love with just hits different”.

 “Don’t think so”, he manages and his voice sounds like sandpaper on stone.

 “Okay. I have my healer’s kit. Just let me clean my hands real quick.”

 Fabian watches how Riz procures water and his healer’s kit from his bag and starts washing his hands as good as he can before he tries to wrap bandages around both of his hands. He lets out a frustrated hiss.

 “Let me—“, Fabian says and grabs Riz’ hands.

 To be fair, Fabian never paid much attention when Cathilda or Kristen tried to teach him first aid because it never was of much interest to him—and now he definitely wishes he had listened a little closer. But it can’t be that difficult to wrap a tiny pair of Goblin hands in bandages to make them stop bleeding.

 “You have to do, like, a kind of V-shape. Yeah. Like that. Not too tight, please. Yeah, that works.”

 What Fabian didn’t really think through was that now he’s somewhat holding Riz’ hands. Which doesn’t exactly help his brain or his heart to calm down. At least his internal turmoil distracts him from the pain and the situation they’re currently in.

 He remembers how Riz stole that healer’s kit on their very first day of school. He’s had it ever since and restocked it carefully for each of their adventures, taking great care to learn how to give first aid to his friends when everyone else was out of spells or they were separated.

 “Thanks, Fabian”, Riz says once it’s done and he wiggles his fingers slightly, then turns his eyes back on Fabian’s face.

 “I’ll take care of your head first and then I can check out that foot. Maybe I can—I dunno. Make a splint or something.”

 “You—uh. You got really good at this”, Fabian says and turns his gaze upwards so he doesn’t have to focus on Riz’ yellow eyes right in front of him anymore.

 “Thanks”, Riz mumbles and his bandages fingers touch Fabian’s face gently.

 Fabian kind of wishes one of the rocks had just knocked him out.

 This is pathetic.

 He is Fabian Aramais Seacaster.

 Maybe his confidence died briefly—or for a longer period of time—back on their Spring Break adventure, but he’s been building it back up! He’s a catch! He’s amazing!

 Riz should be the one getting nervous because he’s allowed to touch Fabian’s handsome face.

 “I think once we’re patched up you should take my sword and teleport through all that rubble and I’ll try to crawl back. We need to find the others.”

 “You shouldn’t crawl back through that, The Ball”, Fabian says, thinking about Riz’s bloody hands. Riz shouldn’t get hurt on Fabian’s behalf.

 Gods, Fabian has it bad.

 “It’s fine. I’m smaller than you, so it’s easier for me. And I don’t think you should move too much with that brok—“

 “I’m in—I have feelings. For you.”

 Silence.

 Fabian doesn’t dare to breathe. Two seconds ago it felt right to finally say it, but now he’s regretting all his life choices leading up to this, as Riz’ yellow eyes stare at him, his small fingers still on Fabian’s forehead, holding a piece of gauze against the wound.

 “Wh—what?”

 “Forget it—it’s uh—I probably do have a concussion. Nevermind!”

 He can tell that Riz doesn’t buy it and also that Fabian’s words have ripped him out of his state of hyper-focus, something that Fabian has never managed to do before. Maybe he should feel kind of proud. But instead he feels sick to his stomach.

 “Feelings? Like—uh—like...”

 Fabian sees the confidence slip from Riz’ face like a mask he wore, and underneath is still the socially awkward kid handing people fucking business cards and vomiting inside of backpacks because he heard some clues.

 “Yeah. Like that”, he says.

 It’s hard to see in the dark, but Fabian could swear that Riz’ cheeks are tinted dark green.

 “Really?”

 His voice sounds very small now. Nervous. As if he expects Fabian to start laughing and say “Of course not, The Ball”. Which is probably fair. It’s not like Fabian ever managed to make his appreciation of his best friend very clear.

 “Hm.”

 “Oh.”

 “Oh? What does that mean?”

 “I—uh—I don’t. Um—this is—“

 Riz laughs nervously and turns his head.

 “I didn’t—um. Well”, he laughs again and sits down, hugs his knees and props his chin on top of them. “I kinda didn’t expect to ever hear that. From you. Um—yeah. It’s been... a long time. For me? I guess.”

Fabian’s brain short circuits and his heart does a very complicated dancing routine.

 “You—what?”

 Riz peaks up at him. Shrugs.

 “I’ve kinda been in love with you since. I don’t even know. A long time.”

 “For real?”

 “Yeah. For real.”

 “Okay, fuck this cave. Fuck this whole thing. We have to get out of here so I can fucking kiss your brains out. Give me your sword.”

 Riz hides his face for a second and then he laughs, a shaky, nervous but also happy laugh. He does not hand Fabian his sword.

 “First the wounds. Then the sword. Then—then the other stuff.”

 “Fine. You better hurry up.”

 “I will. Hold still.”

 Fabian is still determined to kick everyone’s ass once they get out of this. But maybe he’ll also send them some fruit baskets to the hospital afterwards.

[frickyeahfanfic]

STATS & STAR WARS (peter parker)

pairing: peter parker x cheerleader!smart!reader

warnings: none

summary: You are in peter’s math class, and you got partnered with him for a stats project. Peter is TERRIBLE at math, so you have to stay after school to help him with the project. and maybe hang out and study later?

word count: 2.5k

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Peter was dreading his math class today. He didn’t have any friends in that class, nor did he do the homework, but on top of it all, there was a group assignment. It wouldn’t have been as miserable if he had been put with MJ, or even Flash,

But he had been paired with you. 

The best math student with the worst. 

“Everyone get in your assigned groups, you have twenty minutes until the bell rings to work. These projects are due on Friday, so get them done!”

The lifeless room shuffled to life as the kids moved their desks and slung their brick-heavy backpacks over their shoulders.

You turned your head over your shoulder and made eye contact with a scared looking Peter Parker. Honestly, you could never figure out why he always looked like a deer in the headlights. You wave your hand and he follows the movement, quickly getting out of his seat and plopping down in the one next to you.

“You start on page 329 and I’ll start on 349,” you say, hoisting your textbook out of your backpack. He did the same, humming in agreement. 

As you fingered through the textbook with delicate fingers, Peter scribbled down the notes from his pages. You could simply read the information and process it perfectly, thus classifying you as the smartest person in the room.

Peter, on the other hand, was a bit slow.

“Hey, um, what formula would you use for this problem?” He turned his messy notes to you. 

You looked up from your concentration and scrutinized his page for a moment, before jotting down the equation on the corner of his paper.

“Use this one,” you said with a smile. 

Peter laughed nervously. “Oh yeah, I forgot about that one.”

Although Peter was a little thick when it came to numbers and graphs, you were more than happy to help a classmate out. Especially if it meant that you would get free physics and AP biology tutoring. 

Still, why did he act so… afraid?

There were a few moments of silence before the bell rang and students scrambled to collect their supplies. Peter didn’t move. 

As you started to stand, he panicked. “Wait, I need more help!”

It was the last class period of the day, so everyone was eager to go home, to clubs or sports practices. You were a cheerleader, and tumbling practice wasn’t until later, so you had some time to stay after school and help Parker out. 

You sank back into your seat and grabbed your calculator that you had just put away. 

“Sorry Y/n, you can go home if you want, I think I can figure this one out.”

A soft smile warmed your face and you started plugging in numbers into the calculator. “You have ten problems left, and it’s a group assignment. We won’t go home until it’s finished,” you stated simply, writing an answer down on his paper. Your arm brushed over his and he flinched, but you didn’t notice. He always got so jumpy around you. 

It was silent as you worked on the next problem. The vents whirred loudly, and when you slammed your pencil on the desk, Peter nearly had a heart attack and sat up straighter than a stick in his chair. If only his Spidey-sense could help him with not being so nervous. 

“Parker, please just talk to me. You don’t have to be so quiet,” you complained, raising an eyebrow. 

He opened his mouth, but no words came out. What an idiot, she’s probably thinking.

“How’s Ned? Got another lego set?” You try, his eyes looking anywhere but yours.

“Oh! Ned’s great! We just finished a limited edition Millenium Falcon piece!”

Idiot, idiot, idiot! She probably thinks I’m the biggest nerd now!

“Millenium Falcon, from Star Wars?” You asked with genuine interest. 

Peter nodded and swallowed. Maybe he could redeem himself.  

“Well, yeah, Ned’s a huge fan of Star Wars, I’m not as-”

“My brother doesn’t play with his legos anymore, and he hasn’t touched his Super Star Destroyer in years,” you say, cutting him off. 

Peter was listening now. “The Super Star Destroyer?” The set cost almost a thousand on ebay, and there was no way that May would approve of the heavy purchase. 

You shrug. “My parents bought it for him when he was 12. He was such a brat about it, they paid him to put it together. You can have it if you want, the box is only good at collecting dust.”

The rich, smart, hot cheerleader just offered him a Lego Star Wars set. Ned would never believe him.

“I… don’t know what to say,” Peter said, staring at his scribbles in disbelief. 

“Thank you.” You teased, nudging him with your elbow. 

I think I broke him, you thought to yourself as he looked at your eyes for a second, then continued to stare at the paper in front of him. 

You clear your throat. “I’ve never seen Star Wars before.”

Peter looked at you in disbelief. Okay, he’s not broken. “What?” He nearly screamed at you.

Furrowing your brow, you continue copying down numbers from the dim screen on the calculator. “I don’t watch nerd movies, I watch chick-flicks and rom-coms with my friends, Peter Parker,” you say.

Your sparkling laughter fills the air as Peter’s face twisted into one of confusion. 

“We need to watch Star Wars,” he blurted out.

You squint your eyes. “We need to finish our project.”

He groaned and put his face on the desk, but gasped when an idea came to his head.

“We can watch Star Wars and work on the project,” Peter said, lifting his face off the desk. His paper was stuck to his cheek and it fluttered to the ground when you blew on it.

“You mean, I watch Star Wars, while you work on the project,” you roll your eyes and pick up Peter’s paper off the ground. “Or is it the other way around.”

When you put the paper back on his desk he was nearly glaring at you. 

“You need to watch Star Wars,” he insisted again.

“Fine. I’ll watch it when I get home from tumbling practice, you can wait until then,” your last statement wasn’t a question, rather, demanding Peter to be patient. 

He huffed and nodded. “Deal. Your house or mine?”

You bite your lip to prevent yourself from laughing. “Peter, if you’re asking me on a date, then it’s your place, but if we’re just hanging out we can do my place.”

Peter’s face turned bright red and his palms were sweating profusely. “A date? No, no, we can just hang out at your house.”

You wink and he almost faints. “It’s a deal.” 

Peter gets a text on his phone and starts packing his things. He gets halfway through the door when he stops. A clammy hand wraps around the doorframe and he peaks back at you.

“I, uh… probably need your address, and your phone number in case I get lost.”

You catch up to him, slinging your backpack over your shoulder. “Thought you’d never ask.”

He hands you his phone with a blank contact and you fill it in quietly. Peter can’t help but stare at you, this close to him. The way your lovely lashed eyes settle on the cracked screen, the hair that falls over your right shoulder, you make his knees weak. 

You hand his phone back to him and he gasps softly when you make eye contact with him again. You tilt your head in confusion. 

“Something wrong Peter?”

He shakes his head and steps backwards. “Uh, I’ll see you tonight! Good luck with tumbling practice!”

Peter runs faster than he’s ever run before. 

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He can’t stop shaking when he comes to the door. 

You live a little way out of the city, in a two-story home on a busy street. The streetlamps seem bright and the road well kept in contrast to the dirty and dim Queens area that Peter Parker lived in. 

Peter looks at his phone one more time, making sure he has the right address and knocks on the door with a clenched fist. 

To his relief, a small head poked through the crack in the door and looked up at you. It must’ve been one of your brothers. 

“Who are you?” He asked innocently. Peter could see a glowing lightsaber in the hands of the elementary-age child, as if ready for attack. 

“I’m Peter, I’m coming over to study with Y/n,” he said, hefting the AP Stats textbook in his arm. 

The boy turned his head and yelled your name, to which you came quickly to the door. 

Your hair was pulled back in a slick ponytail, but the ends were tousled from your cheerleading practice. A baggy t-shirt draped over your arms and fell down to your mid-thigh, and from there tight leggings were situated comfortably. 

This was a different version of yourself, a tired, undone version. Normally your hair was perfectly curled, and you had the cutest clothes on, but at home, you could unwind and take things down a notch. 

Peter thought you looked perfect. Either way, you were just stunning, sweats or skirts. 

“Ben, let Peter in! Dude, I’m so sorry, he’s kinda a weirdo,” you said laughing. 

“Ben,” Peter breathed. Ben Parker was his Uncle’s name.

Your brother scurried off behind you when Peter came inside. 

“He’s the one that doesn’t play with his legos anymore,” you turn and look at him running off with his lightsaber. “Speaking of which-”

You plopped down a box by the door, the sound of plastic bricks clinking inside. “Your Super Star Destroyer. Don’t forget it here.”

Peter beamed. “Awesome!”

You gesture to the basement door. “Let's get our homework done. Both assignments.”

He looked confused and started panicking. There were two assignments?

You saw the look of confusion on his face. “Stats and Star Wars?”

Peter sighed with relief. “Oh yeah, duh.”

The basement was small but cozy. You had already set up the TV to watch Star Wars, and your backpack and textbooks were already strewn across the floor and the couch. 

“There’s food and sodas in the fridge, feel free to help yourself,” you said, plopping down on the couch. You grab a heavy textbook and set it in your lap, opening up to wear a pencil marked your spot. Peter had a water bottle in his hands from the fridge and sat down gingerly next to you, pulling out a binder full of statistic worksheets.

You nod towards the TV. “Ready?”

His face glows. “Yes.”

Not even ten minutes into the movie, Peter asks for your help on a problem.

“Y/n, how do you do this one again?” He nearly cringes as you turn your attention away from the screen. He doesn’t want you to miss this scene. 

You cheerfully point out that he needs to fix the Window setting on his calculator, then immediately go back to watching the movie.

Peter realized that you had your textbook open on your lap to help him.

So embarrassing. At least he only had two more problems left, then he could enjoy the movie. 

You can sense his frustration as he flips through the pages of the textbook, trying to find the next solution. You study his paper for a second, equally as confused. 

 “I actually don’t know how to do this one, I don’t think Mr. Saldor explained this concept,” you say with a sigh.

Peter didn’t feel so embarrassed anymore. You didn’t know all the answers in the universe. 

“Wait, you actually don’t know?” He asked, a bright tone in his voice. 

You roll your eyes and turn back to the screen. “No, Peter Parker, I actually don’t know all the answers in the universe.” You shut your textbook and set it on the floor. “I assume he’ll go over it in class tomorrow until then we need to work on our next assignment.”

Phew. The pain was over. He could finally watch his favorite movie with you. Pray to Thor that he doesn’t make himself more embarrassed. 

“I need some water, I’ll be right back,” you get up, hoping that he gets the message to scoot over and make a move. 

Of course, you wanted to hang out with Peter, and working on AP stats homework was the perfect excuse. 

You thought he was the sweetest kid in your class, and he wasn’t too bad to look at either. You didn’t mind all of his nerdy-ness, his friend Ned, or the fact that he straight-up sucked at Statistics, in fact, you found it all the more endearing. And when he got all nervous around you, you just wanted to pull him in a hug and tell him to take it easy. You liked him for who he was. If only you had the courage to tell him that. Maybe you were just as shy.  

As you come back to the couch, Peter was sitting with a blanket on his lap. He looked so uncomfortable. He had to focus so hard not to move away from you when you sat down so close to him. 

You reached for the blanket. “Mind if we share?”

“Oh yeah!” He exclaimed, and then pushed all the blankets off of himself onto you. 

“Peter.”

He looked at you, his lips pressed together and his eyes wider than ever before. 

“What?”

“Stop worrying!” You burst out in laughter, clutching your gut when you couldn’t get any air. 

“I can’t!” He nearly yelled at you as you continued to double over.

Once your breathing slowed you looked at him again and stifled a laugh. He looked terrified. 

“Peter Parker, share the blanket with me.”

He blinked in surprise. You wanted to cuddle with him?

You could read the shock plastered all over his face. In one swift movement, the blanket was draped over the two of you and you snuggled into his side.

“This is the part where you put your arm around me,” you say softly now. 

“Right,” he said, face blushing hard. His muscular arm wrapped around your shoulder and relaxed when he found the right spot to rest his hand. 

“I kinda don’t know what’s going on in the movie,” you admitted. 

“Guess we’ll have to watch from the start,” he said smoothly. Finally! He thought to himself. I think I’m catching onto this flirting thing!

“Guess so.”

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ok i think i’m gonna end it there. I might write some more mini fics to this bc i love this concept where peter is just HEAD OVER HEELS for the pretty!reader, i just gotta finish up a submission first before i post anything else aaaaaa

any advice for my writing?? send in an ask! i have LOTS of room for improvement!

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Chapter 5: Cabaletta

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Hado tossed and turned all night. Nightmares plagued her of seeing the same dead woman over and over enough. Voices speaking to her tell her she wasn’t fast enough, strong enough, or good enough. She woke up several times sweating profusely. The night was long and rough.

Hado woke up exhausted. Light streamed in through the window in between the blinds. She had dark circles under her eyes and she felt miserable. She had one more day in this big city and then she could go home to her town and try to forget everything that happened last night.

A soft knock was heard on the guest room door. Jiro peaked her head in looking for Hado. “Hey....I made us some breakfast....are you feeling okay?” She asked with a worried look on her face. Hado felt horrible for making her host worry. “Yeah. Just had some trouble sleeping” Hado answered. It wasn’t a lie.

Jiro knew something was bothering Hado but figured she would talk about it in time if she needed to. She closed the door to let her get ready for the day.

After a few minutes of waiting at the table, Jiro watched Hado come out of the guest room fully dressed with her hair pulled back. She looked so tired and miserable, but she managed to plaster a small smile on her face.

Jiro made her a plate and set it in front of her. Hado stared at it for a couple of seconds before thanking Jiro for the meal and taking small bites here and there. Jiro didn’t want Hado to push herself to tell her what was going on so instead she came up with a solution to help lift her spirits. She grabbed her phone and began to text a couple of people.

As Hado took small bites of the breakfast Jiro prepared, she caught the sound of a radio station. They were talking about local news and current events. “A 28 year old woman was found in her house dead. She was sat perfectly at her kitchen table with no signs of forced entry or any bruising or wounds. The woman’s husband.....”. Hado tried to stop listening. She started to become queasy and pushed her food away from her.

“Hey I’ve got an idea! Since it’s your last day in the big city, why don’t we go out for a bit and do some shopping. I’ll even treat you to something as thanks for helping us out here” Jiro said smiling warmly.

Hado wasn’t sure if she could get rid of this anxiety but she didn’t want to stay inside where news stations on TV or the radio could plague her. She nodded in agreement. “Sounds like a plan”.

The two women made their way to a big shopping district in the city. There was a very big mall in the center of the district that honestly was half the size of the town Hado lived in. She starred up wide eyed at the 3 story building. Jiro laughed at the face Hado made. “This is just one perk of living in a big city” Jiro explained as they entered the mall.

On the other side of the door 3 other women were waiting for them. Hado recognized them as Uravity, Froppy, and Acid Girl, except they weren’t in their costumes. “Are they on an undercover job?” Hado wondered. “Hey Jiro! Hey Vocaller!” Acid Girl greeted brightly. Upon hearing her hero name Hado stiffened. It was a little strange hearing it in public when she was in her normal clothes. Uravity elbowed her. “Oh right...um sorry I didn’t know your name but still wanted to hello. Sorry about that” Acid Girl apologized. “Don’t worry about it” Hado replied. “My name is Hado Hibiki. it’s nice to meet you guys finally and in normal clothing”.

“Oh how cute of a name! My name is Ashido Mina! You can call me Mina if you’d like!” Ashido spoke enthusiastically. Froppy spoke up. “I’m Asui Tsuyu. Please call me Tsu”. “I’m Ururaka Ochako. You can call me Ochako” Ururaka added.

Hado was feeling a little overwhelmed meeting all of these pro heroes at once, but it was a nice kind of overwhelming feeling. She smiled brightly at all of the ladies. It was nice to be able to take a day and relax. Plus she was relaxing with some very popular heroes! 

The group walked around going in and out of lots of different shops. They were about to walk into a clothing store when they heard “Helloooo ladies”. Everyone turned their heads expecting to tell off some strange man, but instead were met with pro hero Chargebolt. 

“Kaminari cut it out” Jiro threatened. “What I can’t greet my friends?” He asked with a big smirk on his face. Ashido ran up and hugged him. “Oh Kaminari it’s been so long since I’ve seen you!” She cried. “Wait dude it’s been like a week. That party we went to was exactly a week ago” Kaminari replied. “It feels like it was so long ago!” Ashido continued. Kaminari laughed and hugged her back. 

The rest of the group greeted him warmly. “Oh and you’re that pro hero who was part of that big-” Kaminari was cut off by Jiro elbowing him hard in the ribs. “You’re that pro hero that’s staying with Jiro” he corrected himself. “Ummm yeah...I’m Hado Hibiki, please call me Hado” Hado replied. She felt her stomach sinking again. “You and Jiro would make a killer team! With both of you being sound based, I think you would really make some noise in the community” He continued. Hado smiled a small shy smile. “Yeah I think we’d make an awesome team. I hope we can team up again in the future. Or maybe start a band together that would be cool too” Hado admitted. Jiro face lit up at the idea of starting a band with one of her favorite heroes.

“Oh! I’m Kaminari Denki by the way!” Kaminari said. Hado nodded in understanding. The group continued to move through the mall together. It was genuinely an enjoyable experience for Hado. She didn’t have a whole lot of friends back home. She knew people, but they weren’t really her friends who she could hang out with. It was also nice to be able to spend time with people who knew what it was like to be a full time pro hero. They all shared stories of villains they had busted before. It made Hado feel welcomed and comfortable.

As they sat and chatted in the food court, Hado couldn’t help but listen in on some other conversations happening. Her habit of people watching and listening always kicked in in largely crowded areas. She caught bits and pieces of people wondering if her table was full of pro heroes. They couldn’t tell because they had only ever seen them in their costumes. Hado smirked. Then she heard something very interesting.

“Come on man. We’ve got fastforward working for us now. I don’t think we’ll need to wait much longer” a man spoke somewhere in the mall.

Hado sat up straight, alerted. The group looked at her worried. “Is everything alright?” Ashido asked. “Oh yeah...” Hado answered standing up and looking around. “I’m just going to head to the bathroom...” she mentioned and began to wander around the crowds of people. She hoped she had disappeared so they wouldn’t have to worry about giving her directions. 

Hado looked frantically around the mall, trying to find where the sound was coming from. In her frenzy she bumped into another person. “Oh god I’m so sorry. I’m just trying to....”

“Watch where you’re going you goddamned.......” A harsh voice interrupted and then abruptly stopped. “Oh god oh no not him” Hado worried to herself. She immediately recognized the voice and looked up to see Ground Zero in normal clothing.

“Wait your that sound hero from the mission yesterday” He realized. “Oh here it comes....he’s going to yell at me for doing a terrible job isn’t he...” Hado braced herself. Instead, she felt a hand grab her arm and drag her along.

“Wait what the hell are you doing?” She asked angrily. “Shut up. You were looking for them too weren’t you. You heard them. I saw them” He replied tursely still walking briskly forward, dragging Hado with him. Ground Zero was a lot more observant than he let on.

“Deafen my steps” He demanded. “A please would be nice” Hado mumbled finally able to regain her footing and keep pace with him. He growled and shot her a murderous look. She immediately did as he asked. In fact she deafened both of their footsteps. Hado managed to catch a glimpse of the men they were following. The men looked around quickly, looking for anyone following them. Luckily Hado and Ground Zero were able to blend in with the crowds, immediately averting their gaze from the two suspects. They left quickly through the emergency exit. Ground Zero was very quickly on their tails. Hado could see small sparks coming off of his hands.

He stopped right at the door. “You need to create a distraction so they don’t look at the door. Then you need to make sure the door doesn’t make a sound. Got it” He ordered. Hado didn’t like being bossed around, but honestly it wasn’t a bad plan so she obliged. She focused on the sounds outside. The sound that came to mind was Deku’s voice. 

“Never fear citizens! Why? Because I am here!” the voice seemed to come from the right side on the outside of the building.

“That’s the distraction you went with? That goddamn nerd?” Ground Zero snarled, clearly annoyed, but he continued out the door with Hado in tow. She quickly deafened the door so the two men wouldn’t be alarmed but the loud closing sound it would have made. However, since they heard a very well known pro hero’s voice, they started picking up their pace.

Ground Zero started to pick up the pace too, still keeping his distance. Hado really had to concentrate to keep up with the deafening of both of their feet so quickly. They watch the men turn a corner in an alleyway next to a bakery. By the time Ground Zero and Hado made it around the corner, they two men were gone.

“Damnit!” Ground Zero grunted slamming his fist on the wall of the the building on the other side. It was a vacant building so even if he did do a huge amount of damage, no one would be hurt. He started to grumble and the sparks in his hands got a little bigger and a little louder.

Hado could hear a voice though that didn’t belong to Ground Zero. “Hey shut up for a second!” She whispered harshly. “What did you say to me-?” She put a finger to his face and shushed him once more. “I can still hear them. There must be an entrance around here that they escaped into.....the sound is starting to fade like it’s traveling.....downward” Hado explained. She started tapping on the ground and walls. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked. “I just said they escaped into a secret entrance. Help me look” this time Hado gave the order. Ground Zero sneered as he began to knock on walls with Hado.

Hado managed to find some hollow panels. There were quite a few and pressing them did nothing. “They probably have to be pressed in a specific order” Ground Zero filled in the gap.

“Hey there you are!”.

Hado jumped. It was Jiro and the rest of the group. “We started getting worried about you when you hadn’t come back for a while so we went looking for you. Are you okay?” She asked. Hado turned on her heal with a smile on her face “Yeah I’m alright. Sorry I kind of got distracted after I left the bathroom” She replied. “Yo is that Bakugo?!” Kaminari said surprised. “You didn’t hurt Hado here did you? He probably called you some mean names, are you sure you’re alright?” He asked half sarcastically, picking on Bakugo.

“Shut the hell up Sparky” Ground Zero growled putting his hand up near Kaminari’s face with sparks threatening to explode. Ground Zero kept walking. Kaminari didn’t even flinch but walked by to check on Hado. Before Bakugo made his way around the corner, he threw a small card back to Hado. “Contact me if you figure anything out”.

 The others in the group looked dumbfounded at Hado. “What the hell was that about?” Ashido asked. Hado began to sweat. “Oh I ran into him on my way out from the bathroom. I remembered I had some equipment that needed some maintenance and decided to ask him for some help” Hado lied. She wasn’t sure if this chase she just went on would actually show any results to help with the case so she kept the actual details to herself.

“That doesn’t explain Bakugo talking about figuring something out” Asui interjected. “Oh yeah...ummm..I was actually also looking into support items that were close to some of the things he has. He said he would be able to get me the requested items if I fully figured out what I needed them to be, so he gave me his...” Hado looked down and saw it was a business card with his agency’s number on it “agency’s number” She finished. “I won’t be able to get them here considering I’m leaving tomorrow” Hado finished her explanation.

The group looked at each other a little confused but accepted what Hado had said. “Wait it’s your last day in town?!” Ashido asked surprised. Hado nodded. “Well then we better get this party going!” She shouted excitedly. They ended up going to a movie. They were joined by Cellophane, who Hado learned was named Sero Hanta, and Red Riot, named Kirishima Eijiro.

Afterwards the group stops at a cafe to catch up with each other. They all started swapping stories and recalling their days at UA. While it was good wholesome fun, it made Hado feel out of place. She wasn’t there during their high school years. She didn’t go through the same things they did. She decided to take her leave.

“Hey I’m getting pretty tired so I’m going to head back. It was so nice to meet you all” Hado said waving to them on her way out. “Okay I’ll see you at home!” Jiro called back.

Hado began walking back to the shopping district knowing she would have better chances of catching a taxi around there. The hollow panels were still bothering her though. There had to be a way to open up that door. She meandered her way back to that alleyway. She concentrated on the hollow panels, specifically the space in which small amounts of soundwaves were coming from. She amplified the waves to cause enough force to unlock the mechanism in each of the panels. A door opened up in the side of the wall revealing a very dark and long hole with a ladder leading down. Hado smiled, proud of herself for figuring out how to get the secret door open.

The smile faded as she realized she had opened the door to a crime syndicate’s hideout with no back up. She started to freak out. “Oh god oh no what do I do” she mumbled to herself.

“Contact me if you figure anything out” .

She pulled out the business card frantically and dialed the number.

“Ground Zero Agency”

“GROUND ZERO iusedmyquirktoopenupthepanelmechanismsandnowthedoorisjustopenhelp” Hado ran all of her words together.

“Slow down goddamnit!” He growled over the phone.

Hado took a deep breath and explained the situation. “You need to close the door back up and leave the area”. Ground Zero could be impatient but he could understand all different types of situations and scenarios and pick a well suited option.

Hado did as she was told and headed back to Jiro’s place. She opened the door and saw Jiro look up from her phone. “Hey where were you? I thought you said you were headed home?” Jiro asked.

“Oh yeah I had dropped a small trinket of mine and went back to find it. I was pretty lucky that no one had taken it” Hado lied again. “Alright. I just hope you had a good day” Jiro answered. “Oh today was great!” Hado replied. “It was honestly so much fun being able to hang out normally with pro heroes. It made me feel welcomed” Hado replied. “Good” Jiro smiled.

Hado felt her cellphone vibrate in her pocket. She said goodnight to Jiro and headed to her room to answer the call. “You aren’t leaving tomorrow” a familiar voice spoke over the phone. “Um...who is this??”

“Goddamnit it’s Ground Zero you dumbass. I’ve made arrangements for you to stay in town a few more days. You’ll be picked up tomorrow morning and brought to my agency” He finished and then abruptly hung up.

Hado blinked surprised. So much for returning home.

Hado thanked Jiro for everything she had done for her in the morning. She took her duffle bag and walked outside to the car that was picking her up. “Hey if you ever need to talk about hero stuff or just normal everyday stuff, you have my number. Don’t hesitate to contact me if you need anything” Jiro told her. Hado smiled a bright genuine smile. “Thank you so very much for everything” Hado replied and hopped into the car. She waved until she couldn’t see Jiro through the window. She sighed and slumped into her seat. She wanted to mentally prepare herself for Ground Zero.

The car pulled up to a building in the middle of town. It was 3 stories tall with a sleek black look. She walked into the building with her bag looking around at the decor. There were a few pictures of Ground Zero in articles praising him for rising to the ranks of the top pro heroes at such a young age. Ground Zero and Deku became top pro heroes at an even younger age than Hawks which was incredibly impressive. 

“Hey dumbass. Let’s go” Ground Zero broke her train of thought.

They walked up to his office. He had a big space but everything was well organized and put together. “So what is my town supposed to do without me for the next...however long you decided to keep me in town?” Hado asked angrily. Part of the deal she made was that she would only stay for 3 days at maximum. She didn’t want to leave her town without a hero. It was such a small town that no pro hero would ever be around to help out.

“Quit your whining. Tsukuyami and Ingenium are out there in your shitty city keeping it safe” Ground Zero replied. In a way it was kind of reassuring, just said in a nasty way.

“Sorry about that” she heard someone say from the other side of the room. “It was my idea to keep you here”. And there was Deku. Another pro hero rising to the ranks of top hero. Deku explained that him and Ground Zero were working closely on this case so they kept a tight correspondance with each other. “Didn’t Ground Zero call Deku a damn nerd yesterday though? How are they working together? and working together so smoothly?” Hado thought to herself.

“Follow us to the conference room and we’ll get you up to speed on what we know, putting it together with what you know”

__________________________________________________________

“Hey boss how much longer until the first sample is ready?” Driver asked. The buff man found himself lugging another body across the room to throw into the incinerator. “Not much longer now that we have fastforward” The boss replied.

He stood in front of some lab equipment with a vial of something that was a very dark red color. He examined the vial and sloshed it around a bit before putting it back in its case to rest.

“Gushiken, the tests are ready to be run. The percentage that this first vile works, given the fastforward quirk being used, and the blood of the original big time villain is in that vile, is around 85 to 90% likely” A hooded person updated the boss. 

“Thank you for your hard work Kaga” Gushiken replied. An ominous smile crept across his face as his dug his hand into the chest of the man who had the fastforward quirk. He forcefully activated it to speed up the process of their final product. Henchmen then removed the vial from the area to bring it into a new one as Gushiken put his hand in another person’s chest, activating their reset quirk. “Can’t wait to be able to transfer these quirks”.

Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4   Chapter 6

[grelleswife]

Wink or help for grell othello. It doesn't need to be ship, I like to see them interact. 😊

Hi, nonny! I hope you don’t mind if I went ahead and made it shippy-- these two are so cute together that I just couldn’t resist. I’ve included the AO3 link below in addition to the full text. Hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20004703

Grelle sipped contentedly at her coffee, enjoying the Saturday morning sunshine that flooded through the windows of her first-floor apartment. She was clad in nothing but a scarlet bathrobe with fur trim at the sleeves (she preferred to sleep au naturel, usually throwing on the robe once she got out of bed), and her hair was still tousled from last night’s slumber.

She gave a start when she heard an unexpected knock at the door. Was she imagining things? No, there it was again, a light rat-tat-tat. Who could be calling on her during the weekend? She felt a twinge of anxiety. If one of those dweebs from management had slunk over to disrupt her Saturday with another request to work overtime, she’d give them an earful, and then some!

“COMING!” she called, shoving her feet into fuzzy red slippers and hurrying to the door. Upon opening it, she was pleasantly surprised to see none other than her little Othello standing at the threshold, wearing a nondescript white shirt and black trousers in place of his usual labcoat. His mouth dropped open when he took in Grelle’s attire, and she observed with a surge of pride that his face turned bright red. Good to know that she wasn’t completely frightful without makeup. “Is this a bad time? I-I can come back later…” he squeaked, but Grelle bent down and bestowed two kisses, one on each cheek, which only made him blush all the more.

“Do come in, darling,” she cooed, ushering him inside. “Besides,” she drawled, winking and allowing the robe to slip off her right shoulder, revealing more of her chest, “we know each other verrrry well by now, hmm?” To the dispatch’s shock (and William’s immense relief), Grelle and Othello had started dating not too long ago, and the red reaper had been thrilled to death when Othello proved himself to be quite the naughty little thing in bed. Othello scuffed the floor and rubbed the back of his head, though he couldn’t hide the boyish grin that she found so endearing. “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Oh?”

“Um…This tree limb fell in my back yard during last night’s storm, and I…I don’t think I’m strong enough to move it myself.” He bashfully looked down, shoving his hands in his pockets.

Grelle laughed, though not unkindly. “And so you need the help of your doughty lover to move the pesky thing?”

“Well, I normally don’t lift stuff much heavier than a pipette. You’re the one who runs around fighting demons and swinging that ridiculous death scythe of yours.”

“Says the nerd who kept his uncool training version!” she huffed. “But I shan’t leave my man hanging. Just give me a minute to put on my face.”

“You already have a face,” Othello countered, crossing his arms. “And it suits me just fine as is.”

“You know what I mean, ‘thello! A lady should never appear in public without her makeup; she’d be hideous. What would people think?”

“But the tree doesn’t care!” Othello protested, rolling his eyes.

“It’ll just take a minute, darling.”

Othello’s eyebrows arched upwards in disbelief.

“Two minutes.”

His eyebrows ascended still further.

“I’ll hurry, I promise.”

“You always say that,” he scoffed, though there was a twinkle in his eye.

About an hour later (applying a full face of makeup and preparing her hair did tend to be time-consuming), Grelle finally set out with Othello to tackle the tree limb. He hadn’t been exaggerating. The branch was massive, far too heavy for the diminutive scientist to grapple with. After about five minutes of straining, sweating (ugh! How unladylike), and profuse swearing, she hoisted it over the fence. She broke out in a broad, sharp-toothed grin as it landed with a supremely satisfying thud.

“Damn, that was amazing!” Othello cheered with an enthusiasm he’d normally reserve for an exciting dissection or successful experiment. “You’re so strong!”

Grelle was often self-conscious about her upper arms and shoulders. In her eyes, they were too brawny and muscular, not delicate and feminine like they ought to have been. However, seeing Othello’s open admiration helped her feel a little more comfortable in her skin.

“You’re a dear, ‘thello,” she smiled. Seized by a playful impulse, she added, “Care to see just how strong a lady can be?”

“Wha—”

Before Othello had time to complete his sentence, she scooped him up and threw him over her back, slinging the scientist’s legs over her shoulders.

“Woah!” Othello laughed breathlessly, gripping her hair for support. Giggling, Grelle leapt across the yard, carrying her nerd with ease. We both lift each other up, she thought as she ran through the grass. In Grelle’s experience, men came and went like the tide, but she was starting to think that Othello was a keeper.

[mediocreronpas]

DR1 Boys and a Jealous S/O.

Please excuse my rudeness of not posting for over a freaking week. Just writers block and school work. The asks I have left are long ones as well. So please excuse my future rudeness in probably not posting an ask everyday like usual. A post will probably made when I’m back on track. Thank you.

- Mod Teruteru

Makoto Naegi

- You had always noticed how he hung out with the other girls in his class a lot.

- Of course, you didn’t mind. But Sayaka started to get very close to him.

- Like, very close.

- It almost made you uncomfortable close.

- You didn't mean to, but whenever he would talk to Sayaka more than you, you'd look away from him with an upset expression until he stopped talking to her, or started questioning you.

- Once he had figured out that you were jealous of Sayaka, he asked you about it.

- “W-well, you're always talking and laughing and hanging out with her. If I weren't your girl/boyfriend you'd probably be dating. Which is why I would always seem upset…”

- Makoto started giggling.

- “But I could never do that to an S/O like you. You're the only one I truly have loved.”

- You cracked a smile and started laughing.

- “I should have known you would say that.”

Byakuya Togami

- As the Heir to the Togami family, he was always pretty busy.

- And he did need some sort of secretary.

- And this particular secretary was very pretty.

- So you found yourself being very jealous and fearful of the relationship between that secretary and Togami.

- The only thing you could think of doing was, confiding in him.

- When you were alone, you told him about your fears about that lady.

- He didn't emote, he just put a hand on your shoulder.

- “And what makes you think I would abandon someone as beautiful and perfect for me as you?”

- You thought about for a few seconds before you started smiling.

- “Obviously! There's nothing that can make me think that.”

Mondo Oowada

- Being the Ultimate Biker Gang Leader made him more popular with women who liked 'bad boys’ then you both thought.

- Women wearing all black with a bunch of piercings will walk up to him and ask him if he wants to get a drink sometime.

- That's when you'll walk up to him and grab his arm in a 'he’s mine’ kind of way.

- “Oh how cute, you brought you little sister/brother.”

- Mondo was confused while you were a bit offended.

- Then you pulled the collar of his shirt and started kissing him.

- This did lead the girls away, but when they were gone you were apologizing profusely.

- “Sorry! I'm sorry! I just panicked when they called me your little sister/brother.”

- “It's fine S/O. I probably do the same if some guys called me your older brother.”

- You giggled. “No, you would have tried to punch their lights out.”

- “Ha ha, yeah. You caught me S/O.”

Ishimaru Kiyotaka

- He still wasn't very up to date on social norms.

- So when people flirted with him, he could never pick up on it.

- But you could pick up on it.

- ...Boy could you pick up on it.

- “Hey there, mind telling me your name big boy?”

- “Ah, good evening! My name is Kiyotaka Ishimaru! It's wonderful to meet you!”

- Whaaat?

- Poor Taka didn't even notice the dark aura coming off of you.

- You were smiling, but the girl that was talking to Taka could recognize what that meant.

- “I'm sorry miss, but I need to talk to my Kiyotaka for a second in private. Do you mind?”

- “Y-yeah, t-that’s cool.”

- When you pulled Taka aside, he was smiling at you like a little kid.

- “What would you like to talk about S/O?”

- Poor boy didn't even know.

- When you explained, he was blushing.

- “W-why would a girl do that?”

- You pouted and buried your face in his chest, earning yourself and even blushier Taka.

- “Because you're great and adorable and a nice person. Who wouldn't do that?”

- Taka reluctantly wrapped his arms around you.

- “Someone who knows that I am taken by a kind and thoughtful and generous S/O. That's who.”

Chihiro Fujisaki

- You still had to keep Chihiro's real gender a secret until he was comfortable enough to say it himself.

- So that meant Chihiro still has his fanbase of Lolita loving guys.

- Which also meant that he will still get recognized in public.

- Chihiro was sitting in at cafe table while he waited for you to get the food you ordered.

- “Hey, your Chihiro Fujisaki right.”

- “Um, y-yes? That's right.”

- The man them proceeded (and quite rudely I might add) to sit down on the obviously taken chair on the other side of the round cafe table.

- Chihiro shifted his line of sight from the man to you.

- “So, do you come to this cafe often?”

- On the outside you were gazing at them innocently, on the inside you were freaking steaming.

- So you put your guys’ food on the table and kissed Chihiro on the cheek.

- “Sorry that took so long sweetie, there was a bit of a line at the register.” Then you looked at the man. “Excuse me sir, that chair is taken.”

- He got up a bit confused, then walked away, still looking at you.

- “Why’d you do that S/O?”

- You sweated a bit. “Sorry, I just get a little over protective when it comes to guys wanting to flirt with you I guess.”

- Chihiro giggled.

- “You're so cute S/O.”

Yasuhiro Hagakure

- You weren't one to get very jealous.

- It was one of the reasons he loved you.

- You were cool about everything.

- But there are times you can get the slightest bit jealous, but you never said anything.

- Some of the more ignorant women who came back for a second reading began to get a bit tough for some reason.

- They were getting a kick out of his readings while he was having fun with someone believing his stories.

- You really didn't like the feeling it was giving you.

- “Hey S/O? Is something wrong?”

- Sh*t

- You didn't realize that while focusing on that weird feeling, you had been staring at Hiro.

- “I… don't know. I've been having these weird feelings whenever you're around those girls that like you...like...a lot.”

- Hiro scratched the back of his neck.

- “Well, I guess that whatever it is, you probably don’t need to feel it. I don’t like them as much as I love you.”

- You smiled and blushed.

- “Thanks Hiro.”

Hifumi Yamada

- No matter what he looked like, he had huge amounts of nerdy fangirls.

- Those of which surrounded him when you two visited any kind of eastern style convention.

- You didn’t want to be a bother so you kind of just scooted off to the corner to see what the other artists were selling.

- Yamada texted you about standing next to a Love Live art booth and asked you to meet him there.

- When you found him, he was talking with two girls cosplaying as the hitachiin twins.

- You couldn’t hear what they were saying but you saw them pulling out their phones and clearly asking or a picture.

- It was cute, it really was, but their arms around him made you sweat a bit.

- …

- You didn’t have the confidence to approach him until the two girls left for a My Hero Academia booth.

- When you walked up to him, you sighed happily at the sight of no one currently surrounding him.

- “Hey Hifumi.”

- “Ah, greetings S/O. I’m glad to have run into you again. Can I ask why you were looming over at the Yuri! On Ice booth over there while I was speaking with the two fans just now?”

- You blushed and started rubbing your cheek on the Ryuji Sakamoto body pillow you bought to try and hide it.

- “B-beats me. You don’t have to worry about it.”

- “Oh! My S/O has gone tsundere! That can only mean one thing.”

- Huuuh?

- “It’s perfectly fine S/O. You don’t have to be jealous of those girls, you are one of the main protagonists in our story.”

- “I-I never said…! *Sigh* Okay fine, but only because my lovable partner said so.”

- (This whole section was just me being a huge anime nerd…)

Leon Kuwata

- Baseball fans were constantly a problem with him.

- Don’t get me wrong, he loved being around all those chicks.

- But he already had an S/O, and they only liked him for the talent he hated having.

- They still attempted at swarming him though.

- Thank god for velvet ropes and bouncers.

- Even when you walked with him out of the games girls reached out to him.

- This made put smile nervously and wave at them.

- When you got home you would groan and collapse on the couch like a ton of bricks.

- “I’m suuuper tired of those fan girls.They made me super nervous.”

- Leon chuckled and patted your head.

- “Yeah. It was pretty crazy how they just wanted to jump on top of me like that. Can’t say I blame them though.”

- You pulled on his sleeve while he leaned on the couch.

- “Don’t say stuff like that. You’re still mine, you wouldn’t leave me for one of them would you?”

- Leon smirked. “Oh? Is my S/O jealous?”

- You lowered your eyelids. “Just answer the question.”

- Leon flipped over the back of couch and landed on top of you.

- With his face close to yours, Leon grinned big.

- “Of course not S/O.You’re my one and only, a future rock star has got to be loyal to everyone. His fans and his S/O.”

[thezol]

lord almighty, the one with bad puns ● sheith.

Series of: Not quite a drabble, not quite a fic.

Triggers: None.

Warnings: Really bad puns from everyone’s golden boy. There are cameos of Roy Focker and Claudia LaSalle, both beloved characters from the anime and manga Macross, here is the reason why.

A/N: Written just for fun, nothing else here to say.

*Kolivan’s booming voice echoed in the room* “The only way this is possible is if Galra blood runs through your veins.”

Shiro’s silver eyes widened in realization as a series of specific moments with Keith passed through his mind.

i.

'Cause your kisses lift me higher Like a sweet song of a choir And you light my morning sky With burning love

“Keith… uhh” He knew he was being rude, but he couldn’t stop staring –or fathom a full sentence or a coherent thought for that matter- he was in a state of total confusion. They were waiting for their Big Belly Burger meal, at his favorite booth near the bar, at the moment he could barely hear the large group of customers –mostly Garrison attendants- ordering drinks, all his attention was focused on his raven haired companion date“...Wha—what are you doing?” He didn’t hide very well his nervousness.  

The sound of the thick substance gurgling triggered goosebumps all over his skin.

Shiro saw how Keith removed the thin straw from his mouth and the most accurate manifestation of doe-eyes he had ever had the pleasure of staring at in his twenty two years of existence stared back at him.

“I’m drinking…?” The question mark was almost explicit by the way the younger fighter pilot tilted his head.

“ Yeah, um, I see, but –uh…” He was feeling the sudden urge to rub his sweaty palms on the knees of his jeans; Keith’s eyebrows were starting to form a tiny frown. “… you are drinking *mayonnaise*” “with a straw, as if it is a fucking Fanta” His mind supplied but he forced his lips to remain closed, by biting his inner cheek, hard.

“I know.” The little shrug ended the conversation for Keith, who just reassumed his task, paying no mind to the profuse sweating emanating from his frightened companion.

Shiro’s eyes were the size of plates as he turned pale, completely dismayed horrified. “At least he looks happy”. He couldn’t stop grimacing when the gurgling turned louder and Keith hummed happily –almost giddy- in satisfaction.

“Ahh.” Satisfied, Keith opened his eyes before he blinked rapidly in surprise at finding near his face…

“Ketchup?” Shiro ended up offering with a sheepish smile.    

ii.

“I can hear you brooding.” The raspy drowsy mumble made him smile.

“I’m not.” Without an operational wormhole generator and more than a few broken Teludav lenses, the castle is nothing but a stranded nightmare with no cover whatsoever in the vastness of space, he can’t help but feel a little anxious about sitting ducks to Zarkon… again.  

“Can’t really blame me for worrying about the photochemical damage in our internal organs after the healthy dose of laser radiation we received today.” Puffs of air materialized with each word, they all went to bed exhausted, including Coran, who didn’t have the time will or energy to adjust the temperature scans of the thermostat… or even activate the lights of their rooms for that matter. At the moment the two of them were in his room, with their covers and closeness and touches as only protection against the inhuman temperatures. The events of today and the irrefutable irony of the hysterical cosmic joke that was their lives left them as nothing but a pair of almost-too-literal-deadweights in his freezing bed.  

“Mmm… my fatalistic nerd.” Keith muttered weakly more asleep than awake, his small head nestled on his lap.

Still, the accomplishment of another survived day, with Keith at his side, it was enough.

More than enough.

Enough to hurt.

“Lance even prophesied we’ll all have Presbyopia before we are 30.”

“I remember hearing that.”  

“Still can’t see?” Shiro half-whispered, not quite able to resist brushing his fingers through Keith’s humid hair, if he dared to draw closer his nose to the ebony threads he would smell a frail track of smoke.

Today almost all die scorched like grilled chicken… Pidge’s blatant euphemism, not his.

“Just like—” a tired groan, words low and barely coherent- “…blurry clouds of smoke?... really dark ones.” Of all of them, Keith still presented the aftereffects, temporary blindness. After seeing how the enigmatic purple pigmentation of the red paladin eyes turned gold, Coran and Allura hurriedly promised they’ll turn operational the cryo-pods first thing tomorrow.

“Don’t worry baby, tomo—”

Like always, he is interrupted by the snort of amusement Keith makes at hearing the nickname.

And he dies a bit inside.

He sighs hopelessly. “I’m glad my love for you keeps being nothing but a big fat joke to you.” He deadpans in indignation while he nuzzles his way through the soft strands that belong to the love of his life and settles his lips against the delicate eyelashes he can’t stop kissing. “My soulless munchkin, nothing endears you.”

The breathless raspy chuckles Keith gives melt his insides and leave him boneless.  “You are ridiculous." within each exhalation travels a caress that warms the thin skin covering his hipbones.

“Mm—hmm.” He affirms while he situates himself more comfortably against the wall, reassuming his readings from the Altean tablet.

He patiently waits for any acknowledgement that Keith is falling asleep, that somehow his presence is soothing him, but as time passes, the younger pilot curls unconsciously closer to his only source of warmth, his embrace vehement and natural, cold hands came up to wrap around Shiro’s leg, his fingers curling into the fabric of Shiro’s pants. His faint breathing a little too fast and his grip a little too tight.    

“Why is he still presenting the aftereffects of the lasers? And why his eyes a—are gold?”

“Shiro, you must remember that this ship wasn’t exactly designed accounting the physiognomy of your species, we don’t know for sure the effects our engineering could have on any of your kind.”

“Maybe what is happening to number four has to do specifically with humans with that type of irises? What are the characteristics of humans with violet eyes?”

“I—I don’t know, until I met him… I thought people with violet eyes were a myth.”

“A myth? Oh young boy, your civilization it’s so primitive and weird.”

iii.

“… you reading?”

The muffled sounds around him turned sharper the moment he recognized the raspy voice, like on autopilot, all his senses focused their attention on the person sitting in front of him –pupils dilated, breath ricocheted, heartbeat propelled- dum, ba- dum, dum, dum. As if the raven haired cadet was an ignition switch that gets you off the launching pad, his whole body lit up, his entire form reacting to the same presence all at once, capillaries in his skin stretched and the abrasive heat left him jittery and vulnerable and alive.  

“Yeah?” His silver eyes never separated from the nonchalant lithe fluidity that was almost sewed to the lean body, it seemed that Keith couldn’t find something in his duffel bag.

“I asked about what you are reading.” Keith reiterated vaguely, too engrossed rummaging for his tablet in the war zone he called bag.

Feign casualness Shiro commented, “I’m reading an article about anti-gravity” he couldn’t stop the giant grin stretching his lips, “Aaand just as Commander Holt told me… it’s impossible to put down!”  

The lounge went cryptically silent. The air in the room suddenly heavy and the peace completely crumbled.

“Oh my.” “He’s gotten so bad.” “Spare us the jokes, Shiro.”

“Sorry, I Apollo—gize.” He ended up taunting.

The sound of more than a few chairs scraping against the floor could be still distinguished as the room was suddenly filled with a chorus of lamenting groans.

“I’m outta here.” “Can’t wait for your lame ass puns being in the border of the solar system!”

Heh, no appreciation for good mood in this world.

Smiling to himself Shiro redirects his attention at his companion.

Finding Keith –tiny nose scrunched up- heavily concentrated on his… hand?

“…Keith?”

“Is something wrong with your hand?”

“My hand?... N—no why?”

“Then why can’t you put the tablet down?”

“Why I can’t pu—…oh”

Oh, indeed.

iv.

“Floor L5 – Recognized Lieutenant Claudia LaSalle - Access Granted.” The artificial voice saluted them as they walked alongside onto the empty longue.  

“As I’ve been telling you Shiro, each satellite will also contain an ultra-stable laser; optical systems aboard the satellites will lock the two lasers to a single frequency…” Her words were supplemented by hand gestures that became more frantic as Claudia got more and more engrossed into her explanation.

“So essentially, it’s like creating a single laser operating at a single frequency.” He added, placing their tupperwares on a pristine table.

“Exactly!” She clasped her hands with enthusiasm, warm eyes sparkling, “when a gravitational wave propagates through the solar system it will cause a motion between the satellites, bringing them closer together, then farther apart, and then closer together again!” The second lieutenant sat gracefully and shared with him a complicit smile as he pulled out a chair so she could sit down first.

“Which will cause a Doppler shift of the laser light as it travels between the spacecraft.” Shiro nodded to himself, starting to immerse in the topic as well.

Taking advantage of the solitude of the place and desperate to stop feeling how the irking material adhered to his skin, he casually removed his uniform jacket, it was late in the afternoon, nobody was at the time hanging around that floor, so there was no real risk of exposure to an Iveson-mania encounter, he could feel the uncomfortable beads of sweat sliding down his neck and spine, conglomerating and sticking the cotton fabric of his shirt to his shoulder blades, consequence of enduring more than 12 hours covered in polyester in an infrastructure with no enough refrigeration power to be situated in the middle of the dessert.

“Yes! I tell you Shiro, if the board approves the installation of optical lattice atomic clocks on board of the spacecraft, we could detect gravitational waves!”  Her gaze turned dazed, relaxed and calm. “... Can you imagine?” It weren’t just her hazel eyes –the drop of her shoulders, the hood of her eyelids- her mind and soul were surely wrapped up picturing a network of such clocks in space.  

“It certainly sounds pretty awesome.” It really was, Shiro knew her theory would allow physicists to perform new tests of fundamental laws of nature and searches for the unknown, it was groundbreaking. So, with all the pride and conviction he could muster for his friend, he couldn’t stop assuring her. “And if anyone can do it, it’s you Claudia.” He meant every word, Claudia was incredibly talented and he had nothing but massive proportions of faith for her.

“I’m not so sure about that,” She diverted her eyes, her perfectly manicured nails unconsciously scratching her head –thinking hard and trying to clear a complex puzzle- messing with the small curls of her short afro. “I still consider that it’s highly unlikely the Garrison would want to go with a completely new technology at this stage… I was thinking in asking your friend, the son of Commander Holt?… Umm.” She squinted her eyes with uncertainty, trying to recall the name.

While leaning forward to reach for his sport bottle, a faint metallic sound startled him. “…Matt?” He tucks his dog tags inside his shirt. Shiro pulls the top of the bottle, wasting no time to satiate his thirst for his green thickie, the rich flavor of Kiwi and Kale combining with the sweetness of milk... his smoothie recipe was a religious experience.  

“Yes, Matt Holt, I was thinking in asking for his help to validate some results, I’ve heard he is the best at configuring big data based devices.”

“I’ll ask him, but knowing Matt, he’ll never pass an opportunity to work with you.” He commented as offhandedly as he could –which was a debatable deplorable performance- and at seeing from the corner of his eye how Claudia’s dark skin heated up, Shiro knew he may have kind of slightly fucked up… just a little. Oh well, it’s not like from just one comment Matt’s worrisome crush will be revealed.

“You know she is with somebody…”

“Save that sickening kindheartedness of yours for someone who needs it, and let me stop your stuck-in-the-22th-century primitive mind, I don’t have a crush on officer LaSalle, I—”

“-B—but you just said so!“

“Shh! I have a nerd crush on that woman’s brain. I feel how my neurons fire up, how my synapses rewires, my whole mind floors each time I re-watch her lecture on the nonequilibrium Green’s function approach to the photoionization process in atoms.”  

“… nerd crush? Are you calling her a nerd?”

“Look at me Shirogane, I AM THE NERD!”

Claudia’s exasperated sigh brought him out of Matt’s antics.

“I have a guest lecture in 15 minutes.” With an impatient double click on the screen of her smartwatch, holographic numbers the size of a watermelon materialized in the middle of the table. The artificial blue light not only emphasized the tardiness, but also her frown. “And I’m starving.” Claudia said as if she was condemning her body.

Shiro couldn’t avoid gazing down and deflate at his innocent Tupperware with his still untouched chicken wrap.

“Roy promised me he would be done by now.” Remorseful for believing again the words said by the pilot in question, she crossed her arms over her chest in aggravation. Hazel eyes narrowed like a proverbial sign of pain waiting for the apparition of the entity responsible for their still empty stomachs.

Aha, and he didn’t sign up for this.

As the omnipresent third law of Newton says, to every action there is always opposed an equal reaction, by being exposed to the impossible-to-ignore presence of Roy Focker for almost more than half a decade -including the fortuitous cohabitation of a room no larger than 7ft x12ft for three uninterrupted years- Shiro has recollected an amount of patience that exceeds Fort Knox gold reserves. Being joined-by-the-hip-since putting a foot in the Garrison to that obnoxious son of a bitch has surely made him a patient human.  

Good fucking riddance.

His stomach morosely agrees.

“… For how long Iverson punished him?” He cut off, darting his eyes for the first time to the wall of glass none of them had dared to look through.  

Below them it was situated the gym where freshmen have been pleasantly reunited to endure a self-defense course imparted by no other than Roy Focker, Iverson’s personal cause of hair loss and bane of existence.

“He didn’t specify,” Claudia commented scrutinizing her cuticles, since long-ago desensitized of Roy’s antics. “But between you and me, this time Roy did seriously crossed the line.”

If Claudia thinks that imparting a lecture with a hangover was crossing a line, Shiro wasn’t going to be the one telling her of the time her boyfriend flew the simulator hammered -intoxicated beyond inebriation, honest-to-god shitfacing on the control panel- Besides, that time Roy surpassed a record, shooting down more than five planes.  

“How dare that brute shit pump say that my behavior is unacceptable?!”

“I can't for the life of my grandfather think why not, you were drunk-flying… and insulted his mom.”

“Get off your high horse Shirogane, first! It was just a simulator, and second! I nailed FIVE PLANES!”

“You just said to Iverson and I quote *Fuck off and go back to the Cyclops whore who gave birth to you.*”

“That filth should worship the floor I walk on… and yours too, you are great too, so great.”

“I appreciate the sentiment buddy, but from now on, check with me before you talk.”

“I’m still not sure to whom the punishment really is, to Roy or the poor new cadets.” Claudia inquired nonchalantly.

The following silence dwarfed their concerns the more they entertained the notion.          

“Maybe we should check?” Shiro shrugged his shoulders, palms facing the ceiling, subconsciously imploring to the god of mercy an uneventful afternoon.

“Good idea.”  

Both of them stepped closer to the glass wall with slow caution and dread -not really wanting but having to- peering down to come across Garrison’s first class training facilities, there was indeed a bunch of freshmen gathered around the boxing ring and on top of the platform was the 7’-1” individual called Roy Focker, his height and that hair made him stand out like the big yellow bird thingy from Sesame Street.          

With a sigh that exhaled a sentiment that goes further than dread, Claudia summoned the audio.

“So me, and you and you too, I guess? And everyone! We’re all aware of the importance of healthy eating and adequate exercise and all that crap professor Montgomery wastes ninety minutes of our lives to tell us in that introductory conference, ninety minutes that won’t ever come back, may I add.” A deep confident chuckle boomed through the speakers, even from the distance, Shiro could see how his friend’s blond head shook in exaggerated mock-annoyance.

“Oh, Focker.”

Shiro only nods in agreement with his colleague, running his fingers through his hair, slicking it back with the persistent beads of sweat.

“So to save us all the additional suffering, I will therefore cut the chase, only to say that I’m not addressing this class as self-defense but as self-preservation,” Shiro followed with his eyes how the blond officer kept a languid walk from one corner to the other, trying to make eye contact with as many young faces as possible, cracking a jovial smile here and there. “Up there or wherever, if you are going to be assigned into our atmosphere or fucking space, you gotta have your eyes wide open and your fingers prepared on the trigger! Let me be clear, there is no place for nonsense! You gotta be fast, you gotta be strong and you gotta be smart.”

Leadership 101 from Lieutenant Roy Focker.

“So,…” -Absently he readjust the wireless microphone closer to his lips- “any questions?”  Roy drawls, crossing his arms over his chest.

A cadet with long green hair raised her hand. “Eh… sir?”

The pilot raises his eyebrows. “Yes?”

“What is your name?”

Oh no.

Please don’t.

The wolfish grin was as sharp as a butcher’s knife. “Lieutenant Focker, young lady.”

Aaand he did it.

The silence was sepulchral.

Until –of course- a lanky brunet couldn’t hold his snort any longer and like a collective plague, most of the crowd erupted too.  

"All right, all right." Roy accepts the dig good-naturedly, as if they're all very good friends and this is a very old joke between them.

“Why Iverson does this?” Claudia whispered in consternation.

“… There must be some inner joke somewhere that neither of us understands yet.” He commented while leaning his shoulder against the glass –arms crossed and attention existing solely by morbid curiosity-.

“So let’s start!” Without breaking eye contact with the crowd, Roy tosses his bomber jacket, effortlessly landing it on the nearest post, earning a series of awed looks from his audience. “Any volunteer?” Most of the girls in the crowd considered it endearing –the tousled gold mane, the gleeful spark behind the crystalline ocean colored eyes- how the officer rubbed his hands in glad anticipation, but that boy-charm show didn’t work with Claudia or him, who truly knew the meaning behind the charade. “No one?” It was the eagerness of a predator with a tasty meal about to be served.

“What about… you!” And just like Moses stretched his hand over the Red Sea and by the grace of God a path was opened through the water, the cadets scattered like a halloween patterned parade, enough to expose a tunnel so the chosen victim could cross to the promised land- “Angry little thing over there! Front and center, come into the eye of the storm.” -just like the Israelites.

“He is so predictable.” Despite being Roy’s girlfriend for over two years, it sounds like Claudia still reaches new levels of disbelief.

“Always the eccentric.” He concedes with a lopsided smile.

“He’s an ass.”

Shiro’s silver eyes widened startled at hearing the uncharacteristic spite behind the reproach. He turned his head slightly to the side, to see how her slim figure retreated, the click-clack of her heels echoing down the longue. He was going to follow her and finally eat his wrap, but the commotion below them recaptured his attention.

It seems that angry-little-thing was some crimson hooded cadet that has been keeping his distance from the crowd, from a level above, all Shiro could see was a bloody spot in motion, he couldn’t discern if the indifference transpired by the cadet’s posture was deliberate or not –his intuition told him it was- but he’ll give the kid some credit, he remained imperturbable as he leisurely walked to the wooden stairs, ignoring the whispering crowd and the dubious looks like a pro, always staring ahead, no hesitation, with his hands hidden inside the windrunner pockets, features out of sight.

He is used to the attention.

Unwanted attention.

You only obtain that defiant elusive ease after being the center of attention your whole life.

After struggling with it until you learn how to survive and don’t let it them affect you.  

Again, his intuition whispered at him that it wasn’t a matter of choice.

Survival mechanism.

With an out of character impatience, Shiro stretched out his neck trying to look better, as if the motion could accelerate the kid’s movements, who was currently kicking off his shoes. Silver moonstones narrowed, if Shiro squinted hard enough, he distinguishes what he believes are a pair of customized Jordan basketball Nikes, also scarlet.    

“Claudia, can y—?”

“Already ahead of you.”

With irrational desperation, he darted his gaze to his left, finding Claudia with a remote control on her hand, pointing at the ceiling hidden screen, the monstrosity of seventy inches was still dropping down.  

Come on.

Barefoot and with the red windrunner laying forgotten on the floor, the cadet took the final steps to enter the ring, where Roy has been waiting for him –sarcastic wave and everything-, holding the ropes so he could pass.

The static sound coming from the television caught Shiro’s attention, and after whipping his neck at light speed he was finally finally finally able to see.

The first time ace pilot Takashi Shirogane –galaxy garrison royalty, triumph embedded veins, sun in human limbs- gets to see Keith Kogane, it’s in beautiful high definition.  

With a touch on the screen –how he got so close? when he moved?- the camera feed zoomed at his will.

Long and lithe lethal, the cadet entered the ring with cat-grace and a sinuous silhouette created by the perfect arch of his spinal column, the sight made something catch behind Shiro’s teeth -hot ashes, smoke, flaming scotch- he’ll choke on his own heartbeat.

“Identify yourself, cadet.”

“Keith.”

No salute, no “Sir”, not even a last name.

Discipline issues.

Without the windrunner jacket, the cadet –Keith, the name is Keith- looked exposed, black running tights, loose Garrison black tank top, tousled raven mane, creamy fair skin; the monochromatic outfit adhered to the runner physique like liquid asphalt on an unblemished surface. And Shiro absorbed it all, the tension on the junctions, the rapid reddening of pale-skin-covered shoulder blades, the strain on shoulders and neck, the dig of fingernails into bright red little palms –and God, everything flushes so easy and so pretty- the too controlled breath, Shiro can almost picture the mantra Calm down, can almost hear the cadet telling himself. Calm down. This isn't new.

The mask wasn’t perfect.  

The indifference wasn’t a survival mechanism per se, it was a control barrier.  

This one wasn’t going to quit easy.

Roy quirked an eyebrow in amusement -the back of his knuckles rubbing against the rough stubble at his jaw- oceanic green eyes pondered down the little menace, critically assessing, when his gaze returned to the cadet’s face he let his eyes linger as a languid smile stretches his lips, no trace of annoyance, no insult taken, just pleasure at the entertainment ahead.  

To others, Roy will appear as someone unpredictable, a hot-headed pilot who didn’t think ahead, but Shiro knew him, he knew the extent of his abilities, his strengths and his tactics, and he knew what Roy was doing. He picked up a troublemaker archetype and was planning on making an example with it. Usually Shiro would approve, he’s used the same approach before, but-  

Roy is twenty three and twice Keith’s size.

“So, kids!” The blond officer boomed to the expectant crowd –screaming and certainly spitting at Keith’s face, the angle didn’t permit Shiro to see more than a narrow graced nose and untamed bangs, but he catches how the cadet bit his bottom lip, as if physical pain refrained him- “Don’t be nervous, this is just our first lesson, you’re allowed to commit mistakes and learn from them, as I said before, my course it’s about self-preservation, and in real life, while facing danger in war or the streets, we won’t be carrying with us boxing gloves or anything similar, therefore, we won’t be using them now.” Shiro sees Roy’s hand gestures as he walks again from corner to corner –palms always up- connoting feign surrender, placation, friendliness. “And don’t be afraid, Keith” The saccharine chuckle crumbled the act. “I won’t harm you.” Much.

While popping his neck, Roy’s long legs ate up the space between them quickly, until he was almost hovering over the cadet’s surly aura.

“So, before we begin, any question? Any health condition, any prob—.”

“No problems.” That voice was cut glass, raspy and it was raising a prickle on the back of Shiro’s neck.

“I’m sensing a very expensive lawsuit.”

“Aha.” Shiro affirms, his noncommittal noise paying no mind to Claudia’s I’m-so-done drawl.

“Let me change the—“

“Woa, wha—” Shiro will deny it until the end of times, but an incredibly embarrassing whine –he’s got a puppy in his belly kind of whine- crawled from the bottom of his being, it was so startling that he couldn’t control it. He wasn’t sure if he was more distressed by the noise or the lost signal.

“Relax Shiro, I’m just looking for a better angle, you’ll be staring at temperament issues in no time.”

Those silver moonstones blinked down at her, obviously confused. Claudia could tell the exact moment his thoughts caught up because he started spluttering and looking anywhere but her face.

“What—no! Why would you, I mean I—”

“Shirogane, you are ogling him.” She tried to keep her expression neutral but damn, Shiro was adorable.

“I—I—…no!”

Claudia only scoffed derisively at his indignation and continued searching for another camera feed channel, settling at one showing a different angle, one with full view of Keith’s face.

All he’s been allowed to see so far have been fast glimpses and an elegant profile framed by ebony strands, but it was enough, Shiro knew the guy was attractive, but once his eyes settled on the screen-,

It hasn’t been enough at all.

Youthful symmetrical –angelic quality- features that blend gracefully into a delicate bone structure, high cheekbones, brows, forehead, small, softly featured nose, it has a refined Asian appeal, eyes that defy categorizing –and goddamn, they are violet, scientists have spent obscene amounts of money, for centuries, trying to replicate that color and they’ve never been even close- and-

-that face it’s confidence and defiance perfectly balanced and it probably opens just about any door that Keith wants, doesn't it.

“Pretty.” Claudia comments.  

As if the seventy inches image wasn’t self-explanatory enough.

“You ever boxed before?” Roy inquired while his head tilted back slightly to show that brilliant self-assured white smile.

“Yes.” The monotone voice remained unfazed the exact same moment Roy’s joviality sunk.

“What, like, TRX, CrossFit? ‘Cause that won’t work for you here.” Shiro knew that Roy was probably trying to coax the cadet to open up more, but honestly, it was only making everything worse.

Keith’s frail façade of indifference finally cracks and shows brief annoyance at the statement.

Don’t, be patient, wait.

Your opponent is stronger and more experienced than you, you have to think.

Patience yields focus.

“KICK THAT MULLET’S ASS!”

The cheer not only startled Shiro, but it distracted Keith, who turned his neck by reflex, trying to look for the impatient brunet who had screamed.

And Roy didn’t waste the opening.

“Rule number one, cadet. Never take your eyes off your opponent.”

Keith!

Precise and unforgiving, Roy threw a jab at Keith’s jaw, but it never made contact, with unprecedented speed and keen reflexes, the raven haired cadet rotated his body, using the heels to pivot counter-clockwise –is left-handed?-, allowing Roy’s punch to miss into the space milliseconds ago Keith just occupied, wasting no time, the cadet counter attacked with a jab of his own.  

Roy easily dodge it by taking a step back, the range of Keith’s arm was dwarfed by Roy’s legs.

You’ll never win like that.

His mind was rapidly assessing the fighters’ characteristics, Shiro couldn’t find a scenario were the cadet ended victorious.

There were more than two feet of difference between them.  

Keith was out of his leag-

While taking the step back, Keith distracted Roy with a lead sidekick that landed on the blonde’s stomach, completely caught off guard; Roy instinctively lowers his hands down. At that moment Keith looked up trough long eyelashes and stepped down, body and mind in complete sync with his speed, the raven haired threw a spinning back fist, power coming from the spin.

What the-

Silver eyes stared stupefied the motion, how the back of the pale and tiny fist connected with Roy’s right ear.

With no hesitation mercy and without taking any time to regain his breathing, Keith pivots again, and rotates his body, this time clockwise –ambidextrous then- and like a wrecking ball at the end of a demolition crane, connects his heel with Roy’s solar plexus.

Roy’s gasp intensified the perception of the damage caused, Shiro knew, he knew that amount of pain comes from the spin, from the flawless execution in conjunction with the snap of the knee.

He thinks he hears Roy mutter a curse as he stumbles, the blond tries to stand prepared and block as he sees how Keith pivots again, aiming for his mid-section again, but this time, after the little menace spins, his left temple its hit with another heel, a high kick.

The momentum of the spin, the impeccable alignment of heel, ankle and lower leg channeled a force that if it wasn’t by mere power of will –stubbornness-, Roy would have fallen on his knees.

“Oh my, God! Roy!”

Shiro didn’t hear Claudia’s scream.

His ears don’t hear. His eyes don’t close, neither does his mouth. -Holy shit- He swears, somewhat befuddled, he must have flatlined, but then he finds on the screen those violet eyes and for a moment, they are bright in a liquid, blazing chaotic way that’s so unlike any gemstone in the world, and then he understood the resemblance… -fierceness, a spark, life force- Fire, fire doesn’t have a color, it has a spectrum, and it looks magnificent in violet.  

With a grunt more than a curse, “Mother Focker.” –and aren’t those nice last words before death- Roy threw another punch, a jab thrown while he grounded his body, projecting his force downwards.

Too slow.

Shiro remained completely dumfounded, utterly surprised to the extent that he is unable to keep a rein on his mind. He’s witnessing, close up, effortlessness and lightness combined with speed, determination and precision.

A lion among men.

Fearless, Keith’s knees kick up before he throws his legs on either side of Roy’s body, one high in the torso, the other just in the crease of the knees, providing the raven haired cadet enough leverage on either side of the lieutenant’s body. The two hundred and sixty pounds of muscle mass that is Roy Focker, were disregarded like a piece of paper between two blades of a scissor. Only, instead of slicing paper, Keith was using a combination of potential and kinetic energy to cut through Roy’s center of gravity.

Like a child tossing down a rag doll.

A rag doll of seven feet height and weights two hundred and sixty pounds.

From where comes that goddamned force, it doesn’t make any sense.

v.

For Takashi Shirogane, there are only two types of people in this world, the ones who pour the cereal first and then there is-, no, correction, there is only one type of people in the world, ‘cause those who pour the milk first in the bowl aren’t humans are sickos and shouldn’t be trusted.

He’s never experienced this kind of betrayal in his life.

“What the hell are y—I mean what are you—”

“Hmm?” A bit perplexed by Shiro’s tone, Keith stares up through his eyelashes with curiosity, still pouring the Honey Nut Cheerios into the bowl with milk, as if it has been poured previously.  

As if he’d poured the milk first.

He. poured. the. milk. fisrt!

“… Shiro?” Was all the younger fighter pilot said, but what he truly meant was “Why are you looking at me like your flesh it’s gonna melt off your face?”

“Why you poured the milk first?” He whispered, he couldn’t raise his voice, all his air has been knocked out of his system.

Maybe it was all a misunderstanding, maybe it’s not what it looks like, right? Maybe it was a onetime thing. Maybe Keith wasn’t conscious of what he was doing.

It wasn't denial as long as there was still hope.

“What?” In other circumstances, Shiro would be endeared, the tilt of the head, the big almond eyes, the lazy morning look with the messy topknot, like he's got no goddamn idea how he looks like that, all relaxed lean lines and soft features, in other circumstances. At the moment, the atrocious crime overwhelmed his partner’s beauty.

“Baby, you put the cereal first, it's just against the laws of nature to do it any other way, the milk its liquid, it will find its way into the empty spaces via capillary action, you won’t want soggy cereal; adding the milk last lessens the time the cereal is in contact with it, thus preserving the crunchiness longer. It is just common sense that the cereal element should exist in the bowl first. Don’t you— Keith?—Where—Keith?!”

“It’s too early for your nonsense, Takashi!”

You look like an angel

Walk like an angel

Talk like an angel

But I got wise

You're the devil in disguise

Oh, yes, you are

The devil in disguise

As the luminescent lavender glow died down, while all masked Galrans were focusing their attention on the red paladin of Voltron and the implications of what they’ve just witnessed.

With the tiniest voice muttered in his life, with silver eyes emptily staring at his shoes.

Shiro mumbled. “Oh.”

end.

A/N: alternative title #1: Takashi, honey, all the signs were there.

        alternative title #2: How many shieth drabbles I can write while listening Presley's songs.

[superderr]

1-50 bc you're awesome!

omg anon whoever you are you’re awesome but I hope i’ve got the stamina to get through this

1. Have you ever been in love? - Nope. I hope to be one day though!

2. What are your favorite colors and why? - I love pretty much all the colors because they’re all so pretty! But I really love blue, especially pastel blue. It’s such a lovely and calming color. And...well, I’m getting to the point where I really like pastel pink, too. When I was younger, you wouldn’t catch me dead associating with the color pink (or anything feminine, really). It still amazes me that it took me so long to realize that I was trans based on like...everything in my life. But, hey, character development!

3. Who was the last person you held hands with? - I uh....haven’t ever held hands with somebody. But I really want to! I’m just really fuckin shy (and unattractive)! I’m still waiting for somebody to want to come along and want to date me (or hold my hand platonically! I’m down for whatever!)

4. What is your zodiac? - I’m a Leo

5. How many times have you read your favorite book? - I’ve been so stressed and short on time to actually read the past few years that I don’t have a favorite book...

6. What are your favorite films? - This is such a stereotypical nerd thing to say...but I’m really into the Lord of the Rings and Star Wars. “Gattaca” is a great film as well that not everyone has heard of.

7. What kind of weather do you like? - I like all kinds of weather, as long as it’s not too hot. Rain, snow, or shine, just don’t let me get too overheated and I’m happy.

8. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? - They’re both beautiful in their own right, but as much as I hate getting up early, I have a deep love for sunrises.

9. What kind of weather represents who you are as a person? - The Sun shining bright and warm, and the sky completely clear and brilliantly blue. The air is warm but comfortably so, not the sort of warm that makes you sweat profusely on contact. Even this heat is occasionally broken by a cool, gentle, comforting breeze.

10. What’s your favorite animal? - Lions!

11. What is your favorite song right now? - “The Gambler” - fun.

12. What is your favorite song of all time? - There is no way I would ever be able to answer that, I love too many songs

13. Do you like sunny days or rainy days better? - oh god, please don’t make me choose. I guess if it’s a day where I’m going to be inside a lot, rainy days, but if I’m going to be outside, sunny days.

14. Have you ever been heartbroken? - Romantically, no. Life in general? Yes. Basically all this time that I’m spending not being able to be out. Let me tell you, it’s not a fun time.

15. What does the perfect kiss feel like? - I’ve never been kissed man! I’ve never been on a date! I’ve never even had somebody ask me out or even flirt with me! I need somebody to love me so I can love them back and we can kiss each other and then I can start to figure out the answer to this question!

16. What is your favorite poem? - Hm, i’m not sure that I have one. The only one that I can remember right now is “A Dream Deferred” by Langston Hughes

17. Who are you most inspired by? - Other trans people. Those that have been down this road and come out the other side, and those who are still struggling on the road with me.

18. Are you spiritual? - Like, religious? No.

19. What is your favorite plant? - I love flowers and succulents. Can’t think of one in particular.

20. What is your favorite feeling? - Happiness. Both the excited happiness that makes you feel like all the energy of the world is inside of you, and the calm happiness that just touches you deep in your soul and makes you grin like an idiot.

21. What is your favorite word? - idk man. “love” I guess.

22. Are you an artist? - I mean, I like to write and I like to perform, I don’t draw or anything, and I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m a good writer or performer.

23. What is your favorite flower? - ALL OF THEM

24. Are you happy? - No. :(  I hope to be someday though!

25. What are you thinking about right now? - How I’m going to be able to pay for college, am I making the right choice about my college major, how awesome it’s going to be to be able to transition (only like, eight months to go!)

26. What emotion do you feel most often? - Sad and/or stressed, unfortunately.

27. What is your favorite season? - I really like spring and summer

28. Are you in a relationship? - No. :(

29. Are you an introvert or an extrovert? - I’m honestly an ambivert, but I lean towards being an extrovert

30. Do you prefer the moon or the stars? - The stars. They’re just so pretty

31. What is your favorite scent? - Rain. Also, Bath and Body Work’s “New York Black Tie” candle (it’s seriously the best and I love it dearly)

32. Where do you feel most at home? - Wherever I get to be Leo 100% and the people around me love and support me

33. What scares you the most? - The current state of American politics. The thought of dying, especially before I get the chance to live authentically as myself and be happy.

34. Do you believe in soulmates? - No, I believe that there are many people in this world that every person could be compatible with.

35. What is your favorite thing about yourself? - I am a person who is full of love and I do my best to spread that love to those around me

36. What is the nicest compliment you’ve received? - One time one of the people I do theatre with told me that I looked handsome and it made me blush SO HARD

37. Who is your favorite music artist? - I like a LOT of music, but lately I’ve been really into “fun.”

38. What was your first kiss like? - I AM EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD AND HAVE YET TO HAVE MY FIRST KISS OR EVEN MY FIRST DATE

39. Are you a sensitive person? - I am an immensely sensitive person

40. When was the last time you cried? - Earlier today

41. Do you believe that love can last forever? - I suppose so

42. What do you think happens to us when we die? - I think it’s just black. I might be proven wrong when I actually get to that point, but since I’m not religious or spiritual, I think it’s just black.

43. Have you ever broken someone’s heart? - I certainly hope not. I haven’t ever been in a situation where I could break someone’s heart romantically, but I hope I’ve never broken someone’s heart in any other way, either

44. What do you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night? - I think about having a romantic partner and snuggling close to them and just being generally cute and affectionate

45. Do you believe in aliens? - Yes. The universe is so big, I highly doubt that Earth is the only place in all of existence that manages to support life

46. What is the nicest thing anyone’s ever done for you? -@operativesurprise and her boyfriend are literal angels and I owe them so much they’ve been so nice and done so much for me over the past two years

47. Do you find it hard to trust? - No. In fact, I feel like I trust a little too easily and I worry that it’s going to lead me to get hurt at some point

48. Are you secretive? - Absolutely not. I probably over share sometimes, I’m so willing to talk about myself

49. What color are your eyes? - Medium brown. Not super dark, but not super light either

50. Do you have a nickname? - A close friend of mine calls me “Little Lion Man”