#cautionled

         "pidge's looking for ya. she needs... help settin' something up." arms are crossed over his chest, gaze focused on the floor. he was sure pidge had sent him because they had all noticed that he may or may not have been avoiding hunk. however, it would take more than trying to trick lance to get them back to where they were before--- if ever.

         "do you think altean's have bacon?? i really miss bacon."

@cautionled​, TFLN meme !

tonight on, there aren’t enough forward slashes to express her textual embarrassment–

[ text: head chef ] (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ oh my gosh hunk

[ text: head chef ] NOW you’re noticing???

[ text: head chef ] don’t get me wrong, i want all the deets about what lead you to this beautiful discovery!!!

[ text: head chef ] but um???

this is a sign that hunk needs to cuddle yuki more.

     It’s still a bit strange to him, being back at Hogwarts. They’re only a couple months into the first term of the year, and his first term as a professor, but Shiro still isn’t used to walking the halls not as a student, nor used to being called ‘Professor Shirogane’. It’s just... so weird. He only graduated about four years ago, it’s so soon to be back, to be a teacher. Still, while it’s odd, it is also nice, that much can’t be denied. There’s always been something comforting about the school.

With classes wrapped up for the day, Shiro finds himself in the library, dark eyes flitting across the titles written along the spines of books. He’s not looking for anything in particular, exactly, he’s just been stopping by regularly to pick up books to read that’ll help... make him feel more knowledgeable. More fit to be someone who’s teaching kids. He may only be teaching astronomy, so he doesn’t have to worry too much about his list of known spells that hasn’t grown terribly much since his graduation, but he still feels... unprepared. Unfit for his role.

Before his gaze falls on a title that intrigues him, it instead falls on a familiar face. One he recognizes from class, one that sits among the small sea of faces that watch him where he stands at the front of the room. A name comes to mind, one that he thinks is right -- it has been a couple of months, he’s had time to match most names to faces by now -- and that encourages him to step over to the table the Hufflepuff is sitting at with a faint smile.

The third semester started. Keith had had a disciplinary issue back in his old college and had to transfer to a new one. It already was nerve wrecking to start classes in a new place, especially when everyone in the group would already know each other and Keith wasn’t the best at social interaction at all.

He took a deep breath before opening the classroom door and entering. He looked around and of course saw no familiar faces. There weren’t many open seats available since the class was actually pretty small. There was one vacant chair next to this one big guy with a goofy smile on his face. Keith decided on sitting next to him.

He muttered a kind of ‘hey’ to the guy and waved slightly in his direction.