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WHO: Keith + "friends"
WHERE: The Netherworld...? LISTEN. All over.
WHEN: December
WHAT: Event shenanigans + other
WARNINGS: Language??

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⟪ oh. oh no. keith, in all his literal glory, figures the worst possible rationale and shiro’s panic is back on full blast, matching keith’s discomfiture. it’s never a good sign. he’s a bit like an oyster, snapped shut to protect himself, from shiro, which is probably #1 on the top five list of all the things he hates. how do you even backtrack from here, without spilling forbidden beans. you don’t. you just pull through, leaning in to crowd a space you definitely shouldn’t be crowding, and ruefully squeeze your friend’s shoulder. ⟫

I do want to kiss you. ⟪ uhm. okay. it isn’t exactly what he means—but it is exactly what he means—immediately earning ooooh’s and ahhh’s from their tiny audience. his jaw tightens, rehinged with an audible click as a splash of crimson gradually spreads across his face, momentarily frozen in flustered disgrace. c’mon, shiro. with a desperate groan, he lets go of keith’s shoulder to nervously rub the side of his own face, and then his forehead. ⟫

What I mean is… Keith. ⟪ and he huffs through his nose, a questioning crease between his brows. ⟫ This is going to be your first kiss. Won’t you regret it? ⟪ which is what he’s trying to stress here, because it’s kind of a big deal. shiro’s imposter syndrome is well-established already; he’s not sure there’s much room left to hate himself a little more. ⟫ Somewhere down the line, when you meet a nice girl and think back on this… ⟪ and resent him for taking what should have been shared out of mutual love. ⟫

[ the background commentary of their voyeurs is as annoying as ever. they’re distracting and keith is trying to decipher what the hell is going on here. first, shiro yells no. second he starts tripping over what keith is hesitant to dub anticipatory guilt but is pretty sure that’s what it is. now, he’s saying he does want to but. but. keith used to think an awkwardly fumbling shiro was a rare phenomenon, but as he stands there, watching shiro groan and fiddle at his own face, again, he comes to the realization that, no, it’s not a rarity. it’s becoming a commonality. ever since the shrinking and the coughing, shiro’s been particularly on edge, which, of course, in turn, only fuels that walking on eggshells feeling keith has.

he hates this. truly, he hates this.

so he tries to figure it out as best – and as quickly – as he can. tough luck, really, because now shiro’s asking about regret and keith can only squint, once again stuck on the fact that the suggestion came from himself. and – wait, what? why is he meeting a nice girl…? what does that have to do with mistletoe, creepy sprites, and kissing his best friend?

give him a second; maybe if he talks it through it’ll make some semblance of sense. cue the slowed down speech, voice hesitant in delivery and altogether questioning. ]

So… it’s because it’s my first that you’re acting like this. [ he’s not actually asking. he doesn’t wait for any sort of confirmation; the answer is abundantly clear. the next logical step is to sus out why his first matters in shiro’s opinion, so they can work around that, but keith doesn’t have shiro’s patience. circling around mixed signals doesn’t work for keith; he’s a results kind of boy and so: ] But if it wasn’t going to be my first…

[ in the following beat, the pinch to his assessing expression doesn’t let up but understanding brightens his gaze. he can work with this. ]

Alright. I think I get it.

[ they have to appease the sprites if keith wants to save shiro from a day full of spritely horrors, which it goes without saying that he does want that. appeasing them means kissing shiro, who is apparently wanting but hesitant. because it’s a first kiss. solution? if shiro can’t deal with being first, he can be second. keith turns his head, glancing to the right. he’s on a mission, sure, but he’s not so bold as to just walk up to someone unsolicited for a throwaway kiss. but mistletoe is everywhere and fancy that, there’s a nice girl about to be caught under one. ]

Wait here. I’ll be right back. [ annnnd keith steps away, the sprites hissing in displeasure. you dare walk away from honoring the–. ] I gotta honor the Gods over there and then I’ll honor them over here. Just – wait.

[ bye. ]

⟪ oh, for the love of all that is unholy. keith baby. please. there’s only so much shiro can go through before he just dies again. it’s almost funny, the way a potential girlfriend doesn’t even cross his mind. like it’s really, literally just a matter of first and second. shiro might have been utterly charmed under different circumstances, though at the moment, he doesn’t possess the ability to feel exasperated, however fond. he’s stunned speechless, mouth opened on words that won’t come out, empty-handed. is he… is he actually looking for a nice girl to kiss, holy—

the sprites seem oddly appeased. shiro isn’t, because no, keith, you don’t get it, and he’s left reeling on his own jumbled thoughts, a hollow and very unpleasant growth in his chest. it’s more akin to loss than flowers, though it’s not exactly that, either. beyond the initial confusion, shiro’s dismayed senses finally kick in, pushing him to react before he can properly think things through.

he reaches for him. stretches his arm and catches his hand, one foot still firmly rooted to the ground, mistletoe dangling above. and he pulls, motion swift, grip gentle. he pulls and forces him to pivot, back in his space as his chest lightly bumps against his, and for a fraction of a second, when eyes catch and hold, shiro blanches, faint tendrils of uncertainty making him freeze and stare. it’s only just a few seconds, though it feels like a small eternity; his heart isn’t where it should be, beating higher where it’s a little painful to swallow, and slowly, slowly, shiro leans down, fingertips landing airy on keith’s jaw.

his lips briefly hover over keith’s, lashes drifting lower… until they finally touch, lightly pursed as shiro’s limbs instantly mollify, his senses deafened by his heartbeat.

his cheeks burn, and he fully closes his eyes. ⟫

[ odd. the sprites are the ones who have gone quiet and patient, whereas – judging by the firmness of that clasping hand – it’s shiro who has decided to be the roadblock in keith’s very helpful, very ingenious plan. for the love of – shiro! keith’s not upset, not really, but he does feel the tiniest speck of annoyance to be thwarted, again, by someone who, seemingly, can’t make up his mind. he’s redirected right back into shiro’s space and it’s there, in the one, two seconds he has before he looks, that he thinks he ought to start bracing for another lecture about how firsts and affection are meant to be special.

yeah. well. if shiro wants keith to have a special memory of his first kiss, then why wouldn’t shiro be the prime candidate? if not shiro then who? maybe it’s supposed to be weird because shiro is his best friend but all in all, keith doesn’t feel off-put at all due to it being shiro. he’s awkward and uncertain, because he figures it’s shiro who is inwardly wrinkling his nose and thinking no ( or shouting it, too, actually ).

but then he looks up right as fingers brush at his jaw and there, just like that, the inner turmoil goes quiet. oh, no lecture, then. that’s the last of his thoughts. shiro leans down and keith forgets how to do anything: close his eyes, breathe, tilt his face. shiro’s hesitance is legitimate, because wow, with the way keith goes still as a board, he likely isn’t the most pleasant thing to be kissing. or maybe he isn’t so horrible, because rather than a half-tick peck, shiro lingers and keeps gentle pressure, eyes sliding shut.

slowly, moment by moment, the anxiety drains and while keith never relaxes enough to slow that galloping of his heartbeat, he does give himself over completely by, too, drooping his eyes shut. this is – nice. unsurprising. most everything is nice when shiro is worked into the equation. it’s just… keith’s never thought much of kissing. breathing against each other’s faces and swapping spit, ugh, it’s been a concept bordering on gross. granted, lips remain sealed here. and it’s, yeah, nice.

so nice, that keith thinks little of the sprites or how they’ve likely honored the gods long enough now. in fact, that slowed down feeling for the world around them abruptly ramps up. soft and demure one moment and then heat sings in his blood, like addiction forms to make up for long years of abstinence. there’s a shift, whether by him or shiro or maybe even entirely imagined, but keith thinks he feels shiro start to pull away and he panic grabs him by the sweater – both hands having worked their way there. he pushes up on his toes next, increasing the pressure and it’s… probably a terrible kiss. who wants someone mashing their tightly shut lips harder to theirs? keith doesn’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t know what he’s feeling, either, truthfully. but he likes this. and he’s loathes the thought of it ending just yet. ]

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KEITH PLS

he's got this

......WHAT IS GOING ON LMAO

as if you didn't know