but did not plan ahead and ran out of space

anonymous asked:

Hey fam, can you do a Shiro x reader where both were taken by the Galra and they have to fight together to escape?? Idk I just think that would be really good

A/N: My first request, thank you anon! I hope you like it - I haven’t written much action before so I hope it’s a good one. This is sorta a bit of canon divergence, I guess - I kinda went ‘lol bye Ulaz’ in this one so apologies for the inaccuracy. Thank you so much for requesting!

*prays to every deity that the formatting works*

Warnings: Some slight references to torture I guess? + unnecessary Fall Out Boy references I do apologise


Escape​ ​-​ ​Shiro​ ​x​ ​Reader

“y/n.”  

Your​ ​eyes​ ​drifted​ ​to​ ​the​ ​man​ ​beside​ ​you,​ ​who​ ​was​ ​tensed​ ​and​ ​ready​ ​to​ ​spring​ ​from​ ​his crouch​ ​at​ ​any​ ​moment,​ ​focusing​ ​intently​ ​on​ ​the​ ​passing​ ​Galra​ ​drone​ ​patrols.​ ​The​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you remained​ ​hidden,​ ​concealed​ ​by​ ​the​ ​shadows​ ​for​ ​now. 

“Are​ ​we​ ​really​ ​doing​ ​this?” 

Anxiety​ ​laced​ ​the​ ​tone​ ​of​ ​his​ ​voice,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​completely​ ​understood​ ​why.​ ​If​ ​you​ ​were​ ​caught right​ ​now​ ​-​ ​so​ ​close​ ​to​ ​the​ ​end​ ​of​ ​this​ ​Hell​ ​-​ ​you​ ​would​ ​both​ ​be​ ​killed,​ ​or​ ​worse.​ ​For​ ​all​ ​you knew,​ ​any​ ​sessions​ ​with​ ​the​ ​druids​ ​were​ ​certainly​ ​worse​ ​than​ ​death.  

Moving​ ​slowly,​ ​you​ ​took​ ​one​ ​of​ ​his​ ​palms​ ​in​ ​your​ ​own​ ​-​ ​the​ ​flesh​ ​and​ ​blood​ ​one,​ ​warm​ ​and calloused​ ​and​ ​​human​,​ ​rather​ ​than​ ​the​ ​Galra​ ​attachment​ ​he’d​ ​been​ ​given​ ​-​ ​and​ ​gave​ ​it​ ​a​ ​light squeeze.​ ​Smiling,​ ​though​ ​you​ ​doubted​ ​it​ ​was​ ​anything​ ​close​ ​to​ ​a​ ​convincing​ ​smile,​ ​you nodded​ ​once​ ​before​ ​turning​ ​to​ ​face​ ​the​ ​corridor.​ ​You​ ​inhaled​ ​deeply,​ ​before​ ​releasing​ ​a​ ​shaky breath.​ ​There​ ​were​ ​slight​ ​tremors​ ​in​ ​your​ ​hands,​ ​though​ ​you’d​ ​never​ ​admit​ ​to​ ​them.  

Everything​ ​had​ ​built​ ​up​ ​and​ ​come​ ​down​ ​to​ ​these​ ​precious​ ​few​ ​minutes.  

You​ ​had​ ​been​ ​assigned​ ​onto​ ​the​ ​Kerberos​ ​mission​ ​alongside​ ​Shiro,​ ​Matt​ ​and​ ​Sam​ ​as​ ​an engineer;​ ​in​ ​case​ ​anything​ ​broke​ ​on​ ​the​ ​ship,​ ​you​ ​were​ ​supposedly​ ​the​ ​one​ ​to​ ​fix​ ​it.​ ​Not​ ​that your​ ​skills​ ​had​ ​really​ ​been​ ​used,​ ​once​ ​the​ ​four​ ​of​ ​you​ ​were​ ​all​ ​abducted​ ​by​ ​aliens.​ ​While​ ​Sam and​ ​Matt​ ​had​ ​ended​ ​up​ ​being​ ​sent​ ​to​ ​a​ ​labour​ ​camp,​ ​you​ ​and​ ​Shiro​ ​were​ ​regularly​ ​fighting​ ​in the​ ​arena​ ​-​ ​Shiro​ ​more​ ​regularly​ ​than​ ​you,​ ​obviously.​ ​You​ ​were​ ​no​ ​Champion,​ ​but​ ​you managed​ ​to​ ​scrape​ ​through​ ​each​ ​fight​ ​you​ ​were​ ​tossed​ ​about​ ​-​ ​barely.​ ​Each​ ​one​ ​still​ ​came inches​ ​away​ ​from​ ​taking​ ​your​ ​life.  

Which​ ​was​ ​getting​ ​to​ ​be​ ​a​ ​problem.​ ​Shiro​ ​was​ ​the​ ​Champion,​ ​an​ ​undisputed​ ​fighter​ ​that​ ​still hadn’t​ ​lost​ ​a​ ​match,​ ​and​ ​his​ ​bouts​ ​in​ ​the​ ​arena​ ​were​ ​eagerly​ ​anticipated​ ​by​ ​the​ ​audiences they​ ​were​ ​displayed​ ​to.​ ​Your​ ​fighting​ ​technique​ ​was​ ​scrappy,​ ​barely​ ​winning​ ​the​ ​fights​ ​using whatever​ ​underhand​ ​tactics​ ​you​ ​could​ ​manage​ ​to​ ​sneak​ ​in​ ​-​ ​and​ ​the​ ​Galra​ ​who​ ​took pleasure​ ​in​ ​seeing​ ​violence​ ​were​ ​beginning​ ​to​ ​be​ ​less​ ​than​ ​entertained.​ ​You​ ​knew​ ​that​ ​soon enough,​ ​you’d​ ​be​ ​shoved​ ​into​ ​that​ ​arena​ ​with​ ​a​ ​robeast​ ​a​ ​hundred​ ​times​ ​more​ ​powerful​ ​than you,​ ​and​ ​by​ ​that​ ​point​ ​your​ ​only​ ​purpose​ ​would​ ​be​ ​to​ ​die​ ​in​ ​an​ ​“entertaining”​ ​way.  

So,​ ​you’d​ ​put​ ​that​ ​brain​ ​of​ ​yours​ ​into​ ​gear.​ ​On​ ​any​ ​occasion​ ​you’d​ ​been​ ​escorted​ ​from​ ​your cell​ ​to​ ​the​ ​arena,​ ​you​ ​paid​ ​extra​ ​attention​ ​to​ ​your​ ​surroundings.​ ​Over​ ​time,​ ​you’d​ ​formed​ ​a reliable​ ​mental​ ​map​ ​of​ ​the​ ​corridors,​ ​knowing​ ​the​ ​layout​ ​off​ ​by​ ​heart.  

After​ ​raising​ ​the​ ​idea​ ​to​ ​Shiro​ ​-​ ​who​ ​expressed​ ​concern​ ​for​ ​the​ ​risks,​ ​but​ ​agreed​ ​on​ ​the grounds​ ​that​ ​you​ ​were​ ​most​ ​likely​ ​going​ ​to​ ​die​ ​if​ ​you​ ​were​ ​stuck​ ​here​ ​much​ ​longer​ ​-​ ​the​ ​two of​ ​you​ ​formed​ ​a​ ​solid​ ​plan​ ​-​ ​one​ ​that​ ​would​ ​hopefully​ ​get​ ​the​ ​both​ ​of​ ​you​ ​out.​ ​You’d​ ​also​ ​made the​ ​agreement​ ​that​ ​if​ ​one​ ​of​ ​you​ ​was​ ​unable​ ​to​ ​get​ ​out​ ​safely,​ ​the​ ​other​ ​would​ ​still​ ​try​ ​their hardest​ ​to​ ​escape.  

Not​ ​that​ ​you​ ​were​ ​really​ ​planning​ ​on​ ​holding​ ​up​ ​your​ ​end​ ​of​ ​the​ ​deal,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​doubted​ ​Shiro was​ ​either,​ ​but…​ ​it​ ​was​ ​something.​ ​The​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​were…​ ​well.​ ​You​ ​didn’t​ ​really​ ​know​ what you​ ​were,​ ​if​ ​you​ ​were​ ​entirely​ ​honest.​ ​Shiro​ ​meant​ ​the​ ​universe​ ​to​ ​you,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​were definitely​ ​past​ ​the​ ​point​ ​of​ ​“just​ ​friends”,​ ​but​ ​it​ ​wasn’t​ ​as​ ​if​ ​there​ ​were​ ​many​ ​opportunities​ ​to go​ ​out​ ​on​ ​dates​ ​whilst​ ​​ ​being​ ​imprisoned​ ​by​ ​aliens.​ ​There​ ​weren’t​ ​any​ ​definite,​ ​clear boundaries​ ​-​ ​it​ ​was​ ​less​ ​of​ ​a​ ​line​ ​between​ ​‘friends’​ ​and​ ​‘lovers’,​ ​and​ ​more​ ​like​ ​the​ ​blurry, messy​ ​grey​ ​scribble​ ​that​ ​appeared​ ​on​ ​your​ ​orbiter​ ​development​ ​plans​ ​after​ ​you’d​ ​rejected them.  

Only​ ​one​ ​thing​ ​was​ ​certain;​ ​you​ ​were​ ​trying​ ​your​ ​damn​ ​hardest​ ​to​ ​get​ ​that​ ​man​ ​out​ ​of​ ​there alive,​ ​even​ ​if​ ​you​ ​died​ ​in​ ​the​ ​process. 

Which​ ​led​ ​you​ ​back​ ​here;​ ​crouched​ ​in​ ​the​ ​shadows,​ ​retracing​ ​your​ ​steps​ ​in​ ​your​ ​mental map​ ​whilst​ ​Shiro​ ​tapped​ ​the​ ​wall​ ​of​ ​the​ ​corridor,​ ​timing​ ​the​ ​sentries’​ ​steps​ ​carefully.​ ​At​ ​what he​ ​deemed​ ​to​ ​be​ ​the​ ​right​ ​moment,​ ​he​ ​grabbed​ ​your​ ​hand​ ​and​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​made​ ​your​ ​way down​ ​the​ ​corridor​ ​quickly,​ ​pausing​ ​again​ ​at​ ​a​ ​safe​ ​spot.  

Well.​ ​“Safe”​ ​wasn’t​ ​exactly​ ​an​ ​adjective​ ​that​ ​applied​ ​anywhere​ ​here,​ ​but​ ​close​ ​enough.  

This​ ​pattern​ ​-​ ​waiting,​ ​moving,​ ​waiting,​ ​moving,​ ​waiting,​ ​moving​ ​-​ ​continued​ ​for​ ​a​ ​while. Occasionally,​ ​Shiro’s​ ​hand​ ​would​ ​move​ ​to​ ​grip​ ​yours​ ​and​ ​would​ ​squeeze​ ​tightly,​ ​as​ ​if​ ​making sure​ ​you​ ​were​ ​still​ ​standing​ ​next​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​The​ ​action​ ​was​ ​reassuring​ ​for​ ​both​ ​parties,​ ​calming your​ ​rapid​ ​heart​ ​rate​ ​if​ ​only​ ​a​ ​slight​ ​amount.  

Of​ ​course,​ ​neither​ ​of​ ​you​ ​expected​ ​it​ ​to​ ​be​ ​this​ ​simple​ ​the​ ​whole​ ​way.​ ​When​ ​you​ ​were​ ​close to​ ​the​ ​hangar,​ ​where​ ​the​ ​escape​ ​pods​ ​resided,​ ​the​ ​concentration​ ​of​ ​sentries​ ​patrolling increased​ ​dramatically,​ ​and​ ​there​ ​was​ ​no​ ​easy​ ​way​ ​of​ ​getting​ ​through​ ​them.​ ​Feeling​ ​a​ ​slight tug​ ​on​ ​your​ ​tattered​ ​shirt,​ ​you​ ​crouched​ ​next​ ​to​ ​Shiro​ ​as​ ​you​ ​both​ ​observed​ ​the​ ​room​ ​ahead.  

“We​ ​need​ ​to​ ​plan​ ​this​ ​one​ ​out​ ​carefully,”​ ​Shiro​ ​whispered.​ ​“If​ ​we​ ​split​ ​up​ ​and​ ​stick​ ​to​ ​the​ ​sides of​ ​the​ ​room​ ​then​ ​we​ ​should​ ​be​ ​fine​ ​until​ ​-” 

A​ ​sharp​ ​buzz​ ​cut​ ​him​ ​off​ ​as​ ​a​ ​beam​ ​of​ ​magic​ ​sliced​ ​the​ ​air​ ​directly​ ​over​ ​your​ ​heads.​ ​Turning to​ ​face​ ​the​ ​source,​ ​your​ ​heart​ ​sank​ ​at​ ​the​ ​view​ ​of​ ​multiple​ ​druids​ ​gathering​ ​in​ ​the​ ​space behind​ ​you.​ ​Not​ ​only​ ​that,​ ​but​ ​the​ ​magic​ ​attack​ ​had​ ​attracted​ ​the​ ​attention​ ​of​ ​the​ ​sentries ahead​ ​too,​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​surrounded.

“Did​ ​you​ ​really​ ​think​ ​it​ ​would​ ​be​ ​so​ ​easy​ ​as​ ​to​ ​just​ ​stroll​ ​out​ ​of​ ​this​ ​ship?”  

The​ ​blood​ ​in​ ​your​ ​veins​ ​ran​ ​cold.   

Haggar.  

Shiro​ ​gripped​ ​your​ ​wrist​ ​tightly,​ ​his​ ​breath​ ​audibly​ ​quickening​ ​in​ ​your​ ​ears.​ ​“Stay​ ​with​ ​me,” you​ ​muttered​ ​under​ ​your​ ​breath,​ ​drawing​ ​yourself​ ​closer​ ​to​ ​him.​ ​“What’s​ ​our​ ​plan?”  

To​ ​your​ ​dismay,​ ​the​ ​man​ ​stood​ ​beside​ ​you​ ​was​ ​frozen​ ​and​ ​pale,​ ​struggling​ ​to​ ​form​ ​words.​ ​“I​ ​- I​ ​don’t​ ​-​ ​I​ ​-”  

You​ ​didn’t​ ​fault​ ​him​ ​for​ ​it.​ ​How​ ​could​ ​you?​ ​Shiro​ ​hadn’t​ ​spoken​ ​about​ ​what​ ​had​ ​happened​ ​to him​ ​while​ ​at​ ​the​ ​mercy​ ​of​ ​the​ ​druids,​ ​led​ ​by​ ​Haggar,​ ​but​ ​you​ ​gathered​ ​enough​ ​to​ ​know​ ​that whatever​ ​had​ ​occurred​ ​had​ ​been​ ​traumatic.  

Squeezing​ ​his​ ​hand​ ​once,​ ​you​ ​drew​ ​to​ ​the​ ​side,​ ​readying​ ​yourself​ ​for​ ​the​ ​onslaught​ ​of attacks.​ ​As​ ​the​ ​first​ ​shots​ ​began​ ​to​ ​fire,​ ​Shiro​ ​snapped​ ​to​ ​attention,​ ​as​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​stood prepared​ ​for​ ​a​ ​battle​ ​you​ ​were​ ​almost​ ​certainly​ ​going​ ​to​ ​lose.  

“You​ ​get​ ​into​ ​the​ ​escape​ ​pod.​ ​I’ll​ ​hold​ ​them​ ​off!”  And​ ​God,​ ​you​ ​almost​ ​rolled​ ​your​ ​eyes.​ ​Because​ ​as​ ​intelligent​ ​and​ ​quick-witted​ ​as​ ​this​ ​man was,​ ​sometimes​ ​he​ ​just​ didn’t​ ​get​ ​it​.

“You​ ​really​ ​think​ ​I’m​ ​going​ ​to​ ​leave​ ​you​ ​here​ ​alone?”​ ​you​ ​yelled​ ​across​ ​the​ ​hall,​ ​as​ ​Shiro decked​ ​a​ ​sentry​ ​in​ ​the​ ​face​ ​(well…​ ​did​ ​sentries​ ​have​ ​faces?​ ​Helmet)​ ​and​ ​took​ ​its​ ​gun. Turning​ ​to​ ​face​ ​you,​ ​he​ ​yelled​ ​as​ ​he​ ​began​ ​shooting.  

“Only​ ​one​ ​of​ ​us​ ​can​ ​get​ ​out​ ​of​ ​here​ ​safely.​ ​And​ ​that​ ​one​ ​is​ ​going​ ​to​ ​be​ ​you.”

Oh,​ ​for​ ​-  

“Shiro,​ ​do​ ​you​ ​remember​ ​that​ ​old​ ​song​ ​I​ ​got​ ​you​ ​to​ ​listen​ ​to​ ​back​ ​on​ ​Earth?”  You​ ​lunged​ ​for​ ​a​ ​sentry​ ​as​ ​he​ ​responded,​ ​kicking​ ​its​ ​leg​ ​out​ ​from​ ​under​ ​it​ ​and​ ​yanking​ ​as hard​ ​as​ ​you​ ​could​ ​to​ ​pull​ ​the​ ​head​ ​from​ ​its​ ​shoulders.​ ​You​ ​succeeded,​ ​sparks​ ​flying​ ​from​ ​the disconnected​ ​wires.  

“You​ ​mean​ ​the​ ​Fall​ ​Out​ ​Boy​ ​one?”  

“Yup!​ ​We’re​ ​goin’​ ​down​ ​swingin’.”  

Although​ ​you​ ​could​ ​sense​ ​his​ ​exasperation​ ​from​ ​across​ ​the​ ​room,​ ​Shiro​ ​didn’t​ ​argue,​ ​simply continued​ ​firing​ ​at​ ​the​ ​druids​ ​from​ ​within​ ​the​ ​horde​ ​of​ ​enemies​ ​you​ ​stood​ ​in.​ ​Returning​ ​to​ ​the task​ ​at​ ​hand,​ ​you​ ​began​ ​working​ ​with​ ​the​ ​wiring​ ​of​ ​another​ ​fallen​ ​sentry,​ ​pulling​ ​its​ ​arm​ ​off​ ​to whack​ ​another​ ​drone​ ​that​ ​got​ ​too​ ​close​ ​for​ ​comfort. 

“The​ ​sentries​ ​all​ ​operate​ ​off​ ​one​ ​order,​ ​like​ ​a​ ​hivemind,​ ​so​ ​if​ ​I​ ​disconnect​ ​one…”​ ​you​ ​shouted over​ ​the​ ​din,​ ​“…​ ​then​ ​I​ ​should​ ​be​ ​able​ ​to​ ​disable​ ​the​ ​whole​ ​lot!”  

After​ ​some​ ​trial​ ​and​ ​error​ ​-​ ​which​ ​was​ ​stressful​ ​with​ ​a​ ​bunch​ ​of​ ​robots​ ​trying​ ​to​ ​grab​ ​and shoot​ ​at​ ​you,​ ​though​ ​Shiro​ ​was​ ​doing​ ​a​ ​good​ ​job​ ​of​ ​covering​ ​-​ ​you​ ​found​ ​the​ ​right​ ​set​ ​of​ ​wires to​ ​pull,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​sentries​ ​all​ ​dropped​ ​at​ ​once.  

For​ ​one​ ​moment,​ ​everything​ ​was​ ​still.​ ​You​ ​and​ ​Shiro​ ​stared​ ​at​ ​each​ ​other​ ​in​ ​the​ ​stillness, before​ ​-  

You​ ​ran.​ ​The​ ​druids​ ​followed.  

Meeting​ ​in​ ​the​ ​middle​ ​of​ ​the​ ​room,​ ​Shiro​ ​threw​ ​you​ ​a​ ​gun,​ ​and​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​began​ ​firing​ ​at the​ ​advancing​ ​druids​ ​while​ ​retreating​ ​closer​ ​and​ ​closer​ ​to​ ​the​ ​pod.   

“You​ ​are​ ​outnumbered!”​ ​Haggar,​ ​again,​ ​screaming​ ​at​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you.​ ​Tightening​ ​your​ ​hold​ ​on the​ ​gun,​ ​you​ ​continued​ ​firing​ ​back​ ​at​ ​the​ ​druids.​ ​While​ ​their​ ​magic​ ​attacks​ ​were​ ​more damaging,​ ​they​ ​took​ ​longer​ ​to​ ​fire​ ​-​ ​leaving​ ​you​ ​gaps​ ​to​ ​shoot​ ​while​ ​their​ ​defenses​ ​were down.​ ​You​ ​couldn’t​ ​help​ ​but​ ​yell​ ​as​ ​one​ ​of​ ​the​ ​beams​ ​of​ ​light​ ​singed​ ​the​ ​very​ ​top​ ​of​ ​your​ ​hair, though.  

“She’s​ ​preparing​ ​something​ ​big,”​ ​Shiro​ ​told​ ​you,​ ​eyes​ ​not​ ​leaving​ ​the​ ​enemy.​ ​“She’s confident,​ ​she’s​ ​got​ ​something​ ​up​ ​her​ ​sleeve.”  

Glancing​ ​upwards,​ ​you​ ​could​ ​see​ ​he​ ​was​ ​right.​ ​Haggar​ ​was​ ​building​ ​a​ ​magic​ ​attack​ ​that appeared​ ​no​ ​different​ ​from​ ​the​ ​others​ ​you​ ​were​ ​currently​ ​dodging,​ ​but​ ​the​ ​smirk​ ​on​ ​her​ ​face told​ ​you​ ​that​ ​something​ ​was​ ​unique.​ ​Who​ ​knew​ ​what​ ​that​ ​attack​ ​would​ ​do;​ ​it​ ​could​ ​be​ ​more advanced,​ ​designed​ ​to​ ​be​ ​impossible​ ​to​ ​miss​ ​-​ ​it​ ​could​ ​cause​ ​irreparable​ ​damage​ ​to​ ​both​ ​of you.  

Her​ ​attack​ ​was​ ​building,​ ​gathering​ ​strength​ ​-​ ​in​ ​a​ ​last,​ ​desperate​ ​move,​ ​you​ ​grabbed​ ​Shiro and​ ​dived​ ​the​ ​rest​ ​of​ ​the​ ​short​ ​distance​ ​to​ ​the​ ​pod,​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​landing​ ​on​ ​the​ ​floor​ ​inside with​ ​a​ ​hard​ ​​smack.​ ​​The​ ​pod​ ​closed​ ​just​ ​before​ ​the​ ​beam​ ​of​ ​magic​ ​could​ ​hit​ ​you​ ​both,​ ​and​ ​the two​ ​of​ ​you​ ​were​ ​released​ ​into​ ​space.  

It​ ​was​ ​as​ ​if​ ​every​ ​muscle​ ​in​ ​your​ ​body​ ​had​ ​relaxed​ ​at​ ​once.​ ​Leaning​ ​backwards,​ ​you reached​ ​for​ ​Shiro’s​ ​hand​ ​once​ ​more.​ ​He​ ​gripped​ ​it​ ​as​ ​if​ ​it​ ​were​ ​a​ ​lifering,​ ​and​ ​you​ ​pretended not​ ​to​ ​notice​ ​his​ ​shaking​ ​as​ ​he​ ​brought​ ​his​ ​head​ ​to​ ​rest​ ​against​ ​his​ ​knees.  

Eventually​ ​his​ ​head​ ​rose​ ​as​ ​he​ ​smiled​ ​tiredly,​ ​dark​ ​grey​ ​eyes​ ​meeting​ ​yours.

“y/n…​ ​we​ ​made​ ​it.”  ​ ​

Rising​ ​from​ ​the​ ​floor,​ ​you​ ​led​ ​him​ ​to​ ​the​ ​window​ ​of​ ​the​ ​pod,​ ​where​ ​the​ ​view​ ​of​ ​the​ ​stars awaited.   

“That’s​ ​right,”​ ​you​ ​murmured,​ ​a​ ​smile​ ​pulling​ ​at​ ​the​ ​edges​ ​of​ ​your​ ​mouth​ ​as​ ​you​ ​wrapped​ ​an arm​ ​around​ ​his​ ​torso.​ ​“We​ ​made​ ​it.”  

It​ ​was​ ​far​ ​from​ ​over.​ ​Haggar​ ​was​ ​still​ ​alive,​ ​you​ ​had​ ​no​ ​idea​ ​where​ ​you​ ​were​ ​going,​ ​and​ ​both of​ ​you​ ​were​ ​left​ ​with​ ​an​ ​abundance​ ​of​ ​mental​ ​and​ ​physical​ ​scars.  But,​ ​as​ ​you​ ​felt​ ​the​ ​cool​ ​sensation​ ​of​ ​Shiro’s​ ​lips​ ​against​ ​your​ ​temple​ ​whilst​ ​the​ ​two​ ​of​ ​you watched​ ​the​ ​stars,​ ​you​ ​were​ ​fairly​ ​content​ ​with​ ​how​ ​things​ ​turned​ ​out.