#shidge fluff

@brooke101art ohh can you make a headcannon where pidge and shiro are like tickling each other and then shiro touches her in away on accident and then they start acting weird around each other

Yes I freaking can

Request from this post (x)

"Wh- aha- why- ahahah-"

Shiro was doubled over and sliding down one of the walls of Pidge's laboratory, tears poking out from under his crinkled eyelids as he struggled to catch his breath. Small, thin hands ran lightly over his sides, just gentle enough to send him into wheezing, uncontrollable laughter to where his ribs ached and cheeks stung. The Black Paladin had, for lack of a better term, been assaulted by the team's resident tech expert the second he set foot into her quiet spot, flashing her golden eyes in his direction and flying out of her seat like some sort of creature from another world. Now, it had been nearly a minuet and a half since this 'fierce attack' had started, and Shiro swore he was going to lose his quiznacking mind.

"Because," She laughed, squirming out of the way of him much larger arms, "I said no checking up on me!"

Shiro fell to a knee, desperately attempting to shove her, shove anything, out of the way as his rampant giggling continued on, yet he only caught loose green sweater. "It's three-hehehaha- in the morning, Pidge-"

"No excuses!" The brunette cut him off, warm eyes narrowing. "I warned you of the consequences!"

He managed to tear his darkened eyes open and throw his head back to snatch a glance at her; Pidge's grin was shining in the dimmed light, her golden eyes, though tired and glossy, glowed with secret appreciation for his interruption. She threw her head out to the side, tossing curly honey-brown hair out of her view- -and away from her freckled neck.

Perfect.

He shoved her arms out of the way and lunged, the two tumbling backward on the metallic ground in a mangled mess of limbs as he ran his flesh-and-blood appendage just above where her sweater started. Pidge shrieked, crying out with a strangled cackle and a pitiful push at her commander's grasp at her scrawny waist.

"Not f-faiiiir!" She whined, bare feet kicking wildly and cotton-clad shoulders rising up to her ears. Their sounds of mirth echoed off of the towering hanger walls, the constrained thrashing and movement never ceasing for a second. Shiro threw his arm down and raked up her sides, the smaller's chortling only increasing in volume.

Then it started to die down as he ripped his hands away, face burning red. Pidge's own started to flush as well as they both started to sit up, eyes sticking only to the floor.

Why?

Because the Black Paladin had grabbed the Green's boob.

A handful of seconds trickled by, the human's calming breath slowly dissolving into quiet and awkwardness settled into the clean air. It continued this way until Shiro cleared his throat and shifted upward, head still turned away from her as his expression continued to heat up with color. He gingerly offered his metallic hand as a way of her standing.

"Sorry."

"Is something wrong with you and Pidge?" Hunk asked one day over breakfast, scooping food goo onto his plate.

Shiro glanced up with tired eyes, another night of no sleep and training draining him."What?" He asked once more, shoving back a yawn with his Galra palm clasped over his mouth.

"You've been avoiding each other for the past two days." He stated it as if it was a common known fact, that even Zarkon himself knew it, shrugging his shoulders calmly. "You won't even look at each other without blushing or something."

He grasped at straws for a quick explanation, but only settled for a one-worded response as he reached for the coffee-concoction he had gained earlier and tipped it to his lip. Shiro glanced up and met Hunk's gaze, his cheeks threatening to grow pink once again. "Tickling."

That was all the answer that the Yellow Paladin needed, as he exhaled a breathy laugh and shook his head, yellow bandana tossing about. He leaned over his shoulder and clasped it, smile wide. "Remember that old saying everyone on Earth would say, about falling off of a horse and getting back in the saddle?"

He then whisked away, leaving Shiro to deal with the new addition to the table: a honey-haired genius who had plopped down in front of him, glasses crooked and bags under her eyes ever present. It took the commander multiple minuets in addition to a dry throat to gather up any courage he retained in his arms and shove it forward.