#sheithfromvoltron

Keith was supposed to be eating the delicious steak dinner his mother had so lovingly prepared, but his appetite was gone, replaced by the awkward, blushing glances and a heart that wouldn’t stop racing. The last time Keith had seen Takashi Shirogane, he’d been in middle school and too busy with school angst to notice or care about men at all.

Now, he was an adult. 19, gay, and now face to face at the dinner table with the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen. The way he smirked when he told a joke, the flippant twirl of his hair on his forehead, the sensation of those dark eyes looking to Keith for a reply... He was barely even hiding his own attraction. It was embarrassing how hard he was trying NOT to stare. 

Keith’s mom, Krolia, had helped Shiro start up a business that had taken off almost immediately. Now he was loaded, attractive, AND sweet! It was like the Gods were playing some sort of practical joke on him, that the sexiest guy he’d ever met was his mom’s best friend. Someone he’d technically known for years. 

“Go on Keith, tell him about it!” Krolia insisted, nudging him in response to something that Shiro had obviously asked him about. Keith had been too caught up in the purse of his lips as he spoke, caught off guard getting caught in the act. 

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“You really,” Keith grunted, clinging to the wooden frame, “you really shouldn’t leave this unlocked.”

Shiro was still in bed, despite hearing the commotion, the most he’d done is rolled over. He stayed silent as a red sneaker poked into his room, going around for something to anchor to. A few seconds later the rest of his best friends’s body followed and rolled onto the floor.

“Hi,” the younger boy whispered, sliding the window back closed before approaching. Shiro only grunted. He really didn’t want to talk. Not today… he glanced at the clock, still five minutes until the day actually began.

When his friend shifted closer, he scooted back, making room. “I don’t…I’m not…” but he didn’t know how to explain. How do you tell someone that hey, I'm not really in the mood to be a person because it’s my dead brother’s birthday and I don’t think I can handle it.

Keith understood anyway. “I know,” he smiled sadly. Of course he did, he’d lost family to. How could Shiro forget so easily. “And I want you to know you're not alone so…” The blankets Shiro had firmly tucked around himself, loosened with a couple soft tugs and a smaller body slid in next to him, tucking in close.

He wasn’t going to cry. He refused. But then warm fingers, grabbed onto his and a few tears slipped out. “I… I… I miss him.”

I mainly use PaintTool SAI and this is my brush setting.

Preorders will run from January 22nd to February 28th, as close as we can get to Shiro’s birthday this year.

Ace Shiro (I love the idea but never really got a chance to write it)

Shiro was at the hospital doing his night shift when he called Keith.

“Can you please drive by even for a few minutes? I know it’s late but—,” Shiro started, sounding a little bit guilty pulling Keith out of the house from the kids.

“I’m on my way. I’ll drop the kids at the Zarkon’s. ETA 15 minutes.” Keith answered without asking any questions.

“Thank you,” Shiro sighed in relief. “Drive safely. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” Then Keith ended the call.

Fourteen minutes later, Keith was rushing in Shiro’s office looking worried. He saw Shiro sitting on his chair with his hands clasped together and he instantly made his way to him, cupping his face.

“What’s wrong, Takashi?” Keith asked softly.

Shiro leaned in to Keith’s touch, trying to breathe normally.

“Did someone say something awful again?” his husband frowned, hoping he would say something.

Closing his eyes, he nodded slowly. “It was… it was a woman,” he paused to swallow a lump in his throat. “And she just started saying… sexual stuff about me and…”

He didn’t get to finished as Keith pulled him in towards his chest, his chin on top of Shiro’s head. He could hear Keith let out a heavy sigh. 

Keith knew. Keith knew how uncomfortable it made Shiro feel every time people reminded him that his body was a sexual object. He couldn’t do anything about it because to some people, Shiro was just attractive in ways he didn’t want to be. 

“I’m sorry,” Keith whispered, kissing Shiro’s head. “I’m so sorry. I wish I was here to do something about that woman.”

“It’s okay,” Shiro smiled as he embraced Keith. “You’re here now and that’s all I really needed.”

“Yeah?” Keith titled his head as he placed a finger under Shiro’s chin to lift it.

“Yeah,” Shiro replied pulling Keith in for a sweet kiss.

“Why don’t we go out for a late dinner to keep things off your mind?” Keith suggested as they separated. “My treat.”

“I’m kinda craving for kani salad right now.”

“You are so Japanese,” Keith rolled his eyes fondly, making Shiro laugh. 

As soon as they were out of the restaurant to head back home, Shiro pulled Keith to his side and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for coming.”

“Anything for you, bro.” Keith winked.