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for the lovely anon who graced my ask box this morning <333

shiro’s been wearing the same thing since the champion stuff like look

the pattern is the same?? all the way up to the neckline. so unless he’s got the same pair of gladiator pants he’s just wearin a bodysuit and a vest with fanny packs (also look how much he fckn beefed up holy shit)

Someone take this fashion disaster shopping

Leave the blood on my armor and let me sleep.

there’s no use LYING when he’s alone  ;  he could say the WORDS, repeat them until he’s CONVINCED himself of it, but it didn’t change what’d happened. a distraction ? not really  ————  much as he loathes to ADMIT it, he has to. lance COULD’VE won, nearly did. dropped the ball when he should’ve ended the match, but he still CLIPPED him. the blossoming ache spreads like roots digging through fertile soil, beneath the dimmed tint of lilac - black in the middle of his face. it’ll be WORSE tomorrow. god, he knows it. he can FEEL it, the itchiness like tiny little ants. his armor is disgusting, painted brownish where he bled,  on top of pristine white, it stands out even against the bright crimson. he’ll wash it LATER, after he sets the bone back where it SHOULD be. 

LATER comes  &&.  goes, the pain worsens. he cleaned up as best he could but there’s no HIDING it. though it certainly looks better without the dripped blood all over his mouth, all over his chin. he holed up in his room, hoping to avoid allura, coran  ——  ANY of the other paladins, ESPECIALLY lance, but he braves the outside to search for shiro. better their leader than the princess, if anyone’s going to witness the bruising front  &&.  center. STILL, wary eyes dart back  &&.  forth between the doors, up  &&.  down the hall, just in case someone else comes along. by the time he reaches the end of the hall, his head is turned to glance back  ————  but when he shifts, eyes to the front, just around the corner, he smacks into a SOLID mass that FEELS like a goddamn wall.

   ❛  shhhit ..  ❜   a soft WHIMPER escapes him  ;  he covers his face, eyes shutting tight  &&.  tries to breathe through the pain.   ❛  fuck.  ❜

aimless wandering seizes the leader’s attention when all is serene. a body so used familiarized to ORDER and imprisonment can’t be contained without discomfort. a long, steady stride carries shiro throughout their maze of a ship; allowing his bones to breathe in appreciation of their freedom. he hopes ( INTENDS ) to find something to occupy his need for activity                   train, if lance had FINALLY vacated the area   .....   sit in quiet company with pidge who types with an energy of a thousand suns, invigorating the area around her.

he turns ( sharp. unaware. ) around a corner and FEELS the collision before he identifies the body                                 oh. the aftermath doesn’t look pleasant  ...  if the pained whimper peppered with murmured curses were any indicator. a rush of panic and embarrassment co-exist in torso, an apology IMMEDIATELY forming on his lips.   ❛ oh                               keith. i didn’t SEE you. i’m sorry, are you okay ? ❜

 a hand (  fleshy. alive.) reaches for him instinctively  ...  genuinely CONCERNED for his current state. confusion crosses his face                               what damage could his chest have caused ?