WITH YOU [C]

[MATTHEW HOLT]

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Takashi Shirogane

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The sun hadn't even peeked over the horizon when Matt's internal alarm clock woke him from his sleep. The numbers on his alarm clock read 4:56 AM and he rolled onto his side for a bit more sleep. Efforts futile, he kicked off the blanket and climbed out of bed, careful to leave as he could hear the gentle breathing across the room. He slipped into his shoes, pulling on his exercise clothes and tying his hair back in a small pony-tail. After opening the door, the artificial light from the light in the hallway filled the room and he could barely make out the outline of Takashi Shirogane.[break][break]
His heart swelled as he watched the other man's chest rise and fall as he slept.[break][break]
While one foot was out of the door and the other was inside, Matt was conflicted on where he wanted to go. But he tore his gaze away from Takashi's sleeping form and gently slid the door shut as to not disturb him or the others in their shared apartment. Keith and Lance should've been asleep in the room nearest to them but he wasn't going to intrude in their space out of curiosity. So Matt left quickly and quietly, going on his jog around the island and taking care not to fall or take any unknown routes.[break][break]
Once he returned, the sun was beginning to rise and his hair had long since fallen out of its ponytail. Jacket and shirt abandoned, he stretched and wiped the bit of sweat on his hands against his tank top. He'd probably need a shower after this but first things first.[break][break]
When he opened the door to his room, a fond smile formed as he could see Takashi clearly now. Part of him wanted to leap on the bed and shake the other man awake but who knows how much fear that would induce. But as he came closer to stand near Takashi's bed, he couldn't bring himself to wake him up. His breathing was even, his facial features relaxed and he seemed so at peace.[break][break]
Matt's gaze softened and he would've melted right then and there.[break][break]
Kneeling down, he placed a hand on Takashi's shoulder and spoke softly.[break][break]
"Hey, it's time to get up," he said. "C'mon Shiro.."

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As he lay sleeping, Shiro dreamed about the arena again. It was a common occurrence for him; he would be fighting some alien, and slowly stop thinking about his friends and his crew and earth and just start slipping into survival mode. And while he would try to tell himself that this was okay, that it was okay for him to put his survival first, he would wake up feeling guilty. He'd look at Matt, or Keith, and feel like he'd let them down. So as he dreamt about fighting for his life, Shiro thought he heard Matt's voice, telling him that he'd let them down, that he'd-[break][break]

He turned and awoke with a start to Matt, looking at him with a sappy grin. There was a hand on his shoulder (it was warm) and Shiro noticed that Matt was covered with sweat. Morning run, most likely.
Opening his eyes wide, trying to wake himself a little bit more, he maneuvered himself into a sitting position, legs swinging off the side of the bed, toes lightly skimming the floor. "Hey to you too," Shiro said, taking Matt in like he hadn't seen him in ages. To be fair, he hadn't seen Matt since they went to bed last night, and even then they had gone at varying hours. He looked at Matt's hair - had he tried to put it up again? Matt was always being cute like that. [break][break]

Inhaling and exhaling, Shiro bent forward and leaned his head against Matt. It was a comforting position, especially considering how he'd been dreaming. He listened, faintly, to the other man's pulse, reassuring himself that Matt was there, he was tangible before speaking again. "Did you go running? I missed you, you know," he said gently. Shiro thought about what they were doing today; they had to open Pawffee by eight, but judging by the position of the sun, they had a little time before they had to go start the coffee and water all the flowers. There was quite possibly time for other activities, and if he didn't pop the question, Shiro was sure he would regret it later. It was an enjoyable activity, after all. [break][break]

"You know, maybe we should make crepes for breakfast? We've got fresh strawberries, I picked them up yesterday," Shiro murmured. [break][break]

He wouldn't have minded staying in this position forever, if that was alright with the universe.

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[MATTHEW HOLT]

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The last thing that Matt would've expected him to do upon waking up was lean against him. His heart stuttered and eyes widened as Shiro's forehead came in contact with his shoulder. Now acutely aware of his breathing, the damp shirt clinging to his frame, and the warmth of Shiro's breath -- Matt was stunned in silence. A part of him melted at knowing that Shiro missed him and he wanted to point out that they'd seen each other before bed the night before. However, he couldn't get enough of seeing him.
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"Did you even have to ask?" Matt said as he nestled his fingers in Shiro's hair. It was soft. And he wasn't sure how Shiro's hair could be so soft when he hadn't seen him use any products or strange remedies like Lance. It was like he was naturally perfect. "I could never say no to you." And he couldn't. Matt knew that, he'd known since he first saw Takashi Shirogane. Knew it since he fell in love with his eyes.
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Matt shifted to rest on his knees, leaning away enough to where he could see those eyes.
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Were they violet?
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Were they grey?
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Maybe black like the suit of armor he wore (around his heart or to shield his body, the distinction was never made clear.)
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Touching Shiro's cheek, tracing his way from his cheekbone to the scar across his nose, Matt remembered. A time where there wasn't a haunting look in those eyes. Where Shiro's laughter was brighter and he only leant on him when he needed a hand back to their room.
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Those days were long gone but Shiro was right here. Always right here.
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"Can you tell that I'm thinking too much?" He muttered quietly, enough for him to hear, but soft enough like a secret only for them. "I did go running and I missed you too, Takashi."
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His gaze flicked from Shiro's eyes to his lips then back, putting their foreheads together as he smiled.
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"We have a few hours before we have to open up shop, even more time before the fearsome twosome get up," Matt said.
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They may have changed but there were some things that would never grow old.
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"So, what's the plan Captain?"

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He relaxed as Matt's hand made its way through his hair, endlessly comforting. Was Shiro allowed to enjoy this that much? But he still worried - no matter how much Matt told him he loved, could never say no - even now that Matt would be torn away from him, and it would all be his fault. [break][break]

It was always his fault, wasn't it? But Shiro pushed his fears away as his head slipped away from Matt's shoulder, and he looked straight forward, into his boyfriend's eyes. He took a deep breath as Matt's hand, always steady, moved across his face, over the marred flesh of his scar. As he exhaled, Shiro heard, quietly, that he had been missed too. It caught him, every time someone said that, that he would be missed; but it always served to make him feel better, and he could feel his spirits boosting a bit. "You're always thinking too much," he said, smiling softly. [break][break]

But when Matt pressed their foreheads together, called Shiro captain, he laughed, kissing him lightly on the cheek before pulling away and standing up. He was awake now, properly, and clad only in his boxers, as he quickly remembered. Shiro rummaged through the dresser and grabbed an old t-shirt, slipping it on before turning back to Matt. "Let's go to the kitchen, at least; if we stay in here, I don't think those crepes are going to get anywhere," he replied, and walked through the open door into the main space of the apartment. They were lucky that Keith and Lance weren't up to watch them be... well, couple-y. The door had been open, and the ensuing jokes throughout the day would've been unbearable. [break][break]

Shiro wandered over to the fridge, pulling out some eggs and milk, before locating a clean bowl to mix the batter in. As he grabbed the dry materials, and began to whisk everything together, he turned on a burner and produced a pan, pouring in some batter and watching the first crepe cook. He was careful not to turn the heat up too high; Shiro wanted at least some time to talk to Matt before they were eating crepes in content silence. [break][break]

"So, how was your run?" Shiro asked, eager to hear about what had happened while he was asleep.

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[MATTHEW HOLT]

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Matt would've done anything in the world to make Takashi Shirogane laugh again. The sound made his face redden and the kiss left Matt speechless. While Shiro's back was turned, he touched his warm cheek and felt the space where his lips once were. Call him a romantic but he could never get used to the feeling of Shiro's affection. Strike that, he didn't want to get used to it. There was a simple pleasure in finding every kiss making his heart race like their first. Something cheesy about taking pleasure in his quiet smiles and soft rumbling laughter.
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Numbly, Matt registered what Shiro was saying and snickered. With the amount of "awestruck" he was feeling it would've been hard for him to let go if Shiro hadn't moved away first. So he stood up, stretched and tried to cool down his face before following him into the kitchen. Lance and Keith's room door was still closed and the apartment was left in a sweet silence. And although Matt knew how to cook himself, he was content watching Shiro go through the motions.
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The tiled floor felt cold under his feet as he walked over and looped his arms around Shiro's waist, pressing a soft kiss to his back. "It was nice," he mumbled against his skin. "The island is so quiet early in the morning, it felt like I was the only one here." Although the words were said lightly, there was a twinge of fear in Matt's chest. He remembered when the apartment was truly quiet and almost devoid of life. He held a fistful of Shiro's shirt and nuzzled his face against his back.
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"As creepy as it sounds, you're cute when you're sleeping."
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He hummed and traced circles on his boyfriend's stomach. "Got anything you want me to do?"

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It caught Shiro by the surprise, the simple motion of Matt looping his arms around his waist and softly kissing his back. It was so gentle, so domestic, that he still reveled in the feeling. He felt, more than heard, the tales of the morning run; and Shiro understood entirely why Matt would enjoy it. Often, he would need to get away and be alone for a bit, to work out however he was feeling, and nothing was better for that than early morning runs. If he could find it in himself to wake up early (early being the average military wakeup, not the seven am most people thought it to be), Shiro would enjoy going on one with Matt. See the island, when it was only just the two of them. [break][break]

Watching the crepe brown, he flipped it, listening to the sizzle as the batter hit the hot pan. Only after did he recognize that a certain someone had said he was a cute sleeper. Shiro, from time to time, enjoyed watching Matt sleep; the rise and fall of his chest, the small smiles he would make. It never really occurred to him that Matt would look at him the same way. "I'm- What?" he said blankly, confused by the fact that Matt liked - loved, he corrected himself - him enough to watch that. [break][break]

A rebuttal came to mind, and justice was swift. Shiro slid the first crepe onto a plate, then spun and pointed the spatula menacingly at Matt. "You know, that's a felony. We might have to call the space police, you know," he joked, giving his boyfriend a quick tap on the butt with it before turning back to pour in more batter. [break][break]

"Anyways, if you wanted to do something, you could chop up the strawberries for a filling?" It wasn't crepes without strawberries, that was for sure. They were some of the first things Shiro had indulged in upon reaching the island and its glorious earth food. Fresh fruit had been a rarity in space, and the strawberries reminded him of those good days of the past, before the Galra invaded his life and his sanity.[break][break]

[MATTHEW HOLT]

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Matt grinned at the confused twinge to Shiro's voice and snickered quietly as he pressed his face against his back. Cute would've been an understatement. Many of the admirers who watched Instructor Shirogane believed that he wasn't even human. He was incapable of flaws and made in the image of a god. And at one point, if Matt hadn't gotten to know him, gotten to know his fears and his ambitions and his flaws then he would've believed it as well. But they weren't the ones who got to see Shiro early in the morning.
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Who noticed when he slept like the dead, bundled underneath blankets, arms wrapped around himself like he wanted to be held or hold something. They didn't see when a crease would form on his brow during a nightmare. When he woke up in cold sweats and shook only to return back to bed. Always quiet, never voicing it aloud, but Matt was there. He was a rather light sleeperespecially since Katie had a habit of pranking him when they were kids.
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So he saw.
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He didn't say it out loud or confront him but he was there to help him through it.
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Takashi would never be a--
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His train of thought came to a screeching halt as Shiro spun around in his grasp. His hands drawing back from the sudden movement, Matt's eyes widened as he was held at spatula point. Laughter threatened to bubble from his chest but was caught in his throat after a quick tap to his rear end. Cheeks reddening, Matt stuck his tongue out at Shiro.
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"Y'know you have to cook another one with that," he chided teasingly. "And c'mon, I'm already serving time."
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Shiro turned back to his work and Matt took the opportunity to pat his butt in passing. "Let's see, I think it's been about seven years that we've known each other," he mused while shuffling around in the refrigirator. There were a lot of things inside but they were all still growing and prone to snacking from time to time. Once he found the strawberries, he shut the fridge and continue talking. "Five years since we started dating, that's a pretty long sentence for the crime of loving someone."
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Matt knelt down to find a cutting board, washing the strawberries, a knife and a board before setting to work.
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"Also, I've been thinking, would you want to share a bed?"

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The gentle flush on Matt's face after he touched his butt was adorable, that was for sure. Flustered or not, he was the cutest thing Shiro had ever seen, and would probably continue to be for years to come. But he had a point about the spatula, and with a half-hearted grumble Shiro set it aside and grabbed another one. He flipped the crepe currently in the pan with the untainted spatula, listening to Matt rustle around in the fridge for strawberries. His boyfriend was mentioning how long they'd known each other, been together, but when Matt mentioned that the length of their relationship was akin to a prison sentence, he stopped. [break][break]

Shiro knew that it was in jest, that Matt was really happy to be with him, that their relationship was anything but a prison sentence, but it still made him silent. The crepe in the pan was poked absent-mindedly for a few moments as Shiro was lost in his own doubts and fears, ones that had always been hard to shake. He never really felt worthy of Matt, of what they had; and this last comment played onto that, even if he knew that it meant nothing. [break][break]

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"Yeah, I'd love that, I'd love to share a bed with you," Shiro said, smiling. "But you're sure, right? I mean, with my nightmares, and my arm and everything, it's not exactly warm, or the most comfortable..." There he was, going on about his arm again. It took a lot of getting used to, and while it was one thing when they were piloting Voltron, because they were wearing battle suits a lot of the time, and it was easy to cover up, but in everyday life? Sometimes he would go to scratch his head with it, and once his fingers were there, Shiro could feel the cool metal and immediately pull it away. It was even harder with intimacy, and other people; how were you supposed to react to an arm that did everything a regular arm should, and then some, but was artificial and was only warm when it was about to melt its way through something?

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From years of saying whatever came to mind and realizing the folly of his actions a little too late, Matt knew what that tell-tale silence meant. He glanced over his shoulder at his boyfriend and frowned. Shiro's eyes seemed unfocused and his hand was making the same circular motions on the pan without signs of stopping. He looked between Shiro's hand to his eyes then muttered a curse underneath his breath. It was just his luck that he managed to say something romantic but with a pun that upset him.
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He finished slicing the remaining strawberries and set them inside of a bowl. But as he turned to face Shiro, the other man started talking again, this time with a smile. It should've made Matt's chest feel warm to see Shiro smiling but there was something behind it. The way his words trailed off, the things that he didn't say made Matt feel more than what he did say. For a few minutes, Matt mimed open his mouth to speak then closing it again.
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The bowl of sliced strawberries was sat on the counter near Shiro but Matt took a stand on his right. Looking at his arm, Matt raised a hand and placed it against the cool metal. "Y'know, I always heard that you're supposed to eat a light breakfast after coming back from running," Matt said with a little hum. "So warning, this is about to get a little heavy."
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His own joke fell flat on his ears as he sighed and moved to wrap an arm around Shiro's waist.
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"I know about your nightmares, Takashi. I've seen you when you work yourself through them. You leave the room sometimes so that you don't wake me up but I always notice. And trust me, with this metal leg of mine, I doubt I'm the person you want to cuddle with when it's cold out."
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Matt looked up at him and rubbed his lower back.
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"But you're the one I want to cuddle with. And when the two of us are.." he spared a glance towards Lance and Keith's door to make sure that it was closed. Botching this moment would decide how the rest of their day would've went and he'd rather a genuine smiling Takashi. "Intimate. You're the one I want to touch, no matter how cold you might be. What I said was a touch thoughtless, and even if it was a joke, I am sorry."
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Matt raised his hand to touch the back of Shiro's neck to garner his attention from the slowly browning crepe. "You're not a burden on me, Takashi. You've changed but so have I. And I want you and all your imperfections, no matter what they are. So, let's make a promise, okay? No one has to know about it. Not Lance, not Keith, not even Katie. Just you and me."
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He smiled a little.
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"I'll always be here to help you through your nightmares. I'll hold you even when it's cold outside and your arm and my leg are like ice. I'll do it, as long as you're there to do that for me too."
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The smile broadened.
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"Promise?"

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Shiro was already feeling down, but he tried to put on a happy face for Matt, if he could. It was never as if it worked, though, because Matt could always see right through him, and would try to lift him up again from the darkness. And here this was in action, once again. There was an arm wrapped around Shiro's waist (warm, he reminded himself) and a joke that fell on deaf ears, because then some of the most marvelous words he'd heard spoken in a long, long time floated out of his boyfriend's mouth. [break][break]

He listened, speechless, as Matt told of reassurances, of loving him, and of never leaving, so long as he could do the same. In that instant, Shiro knew he'd be able to; he'd been gone on Matt from the first day they met, bright-eyed and ready to face the world together. Even now, when the world was a lot less brighter, a lot less forgiving, they were still Matt and Shiro, no matter how much they changed. And Shiro swallowed, words forming clumsily on his tongue. [break][break]

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He turned to face Matt, spatula and crepe forgotten, and wrapped himself around the other man, arms around his waist and head nestled in the crook of his neck. "I love you, you know, and sometimes, I just feel like you're too wonderful and that this is all a dream, and one morning I'll wake and you'll be gone, and I..." he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. "I'm sorry if I ever doubted you, doubted myself, okay?" [break][break]

For a while, he remained like that, reveling in the feeling of Matt, before he could smell something that was bound to be a problem. "The crepe- Crap, I messed up the crepe," he realized, breaking free to turn off the stove and fan the burnt husk of crepe until the smoke dissipated. The spatula, thankfully, was unharmed, as the plastic handle was well away from the pan. [break][break]

"Maybe we should, uh, have these discussions away from potential health hazards?" Shiro said, putting on an apologetic smile.

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There was something unnaturally safe about being in Shiro's arms. Matt smiled a little as he was pulled into a hug and listened to him quietly. The embrace was soft and warm, a quiet desperation in his words that Matt was happy to soothe. There were many things that he didn't say but he meant every word of the promise. Distantly, Matt could remember a time when he saw his parents talking to one another. His father promising that he'd love his mother no matter what and holding her close. Looking to the back of Shiro's head, the corners of his lips quirked up as he pressed a kiss to his neck.
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I'll love this man even when his hair turns grey.
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"Okay," he said softly. He held Shiro and rubbed his upper back while basking in a soft moment that he would've done anything to keep. However, life seemed to take hold and remind them that there were other things to take care of. Matt sniffed and opened his eyes, glancing at the pan just as Shiro seemed to notice and quickly tried to put out what could've become a fire hazard.
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Looking at the burnt crepe, Matt snorted and laughed. He stepped closer to nestle his fingers in Shiro's hair and bring him into a kiss.
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"Sure."
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His hands carressed his face, another kiss pressed to his nose before Matt gestured to the burnt crepe.
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"That one is mine though. You get the other one."
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He spent some time eating the food that the Galra would give them to keep their strength up. TO say that his stomach would take about anything would've been an understatement but he didn't need to tell Shiro that.
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"And y'know, if we spent the early morning in bed, we could've discussed a lot."
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Matt winked at him and snickered.
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"Man, I can't wait to get a bed big enough for both of us. I get to wake up to you anyway, but this'll be a little different. You'll be right by me."
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His arms folded over his chest as he stared ahead, at what, he couldn't say. But he could remember laughing with Shiro when they were younger, waking up and looking at him from across the room and feeling something. Like that was where he always wanted him to be.
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"Right where you belong," he said absentmindedly.

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