concept: shiro and matt are safe, on earth, laying on a blanket beneath the stars.
“they’re beautiful,” shiro says. matt turns to him with a grin.
“know what’s more beautiful?”
“what?” shiro answers, bracing himself. he hears matt pulls something from his pocket.
“my fiancé.” shiro looks over in confusion. matt is holding a ring and shiro stares, mouth open in shock.
“matt, are you serious?” he asks. matt’s grin gets even wider.
“no,” he says, pointing upwards, “that’s sirius.”