“I know how to play a few on a guitar,” Keith offered. “I don’t own one, though.”
Shiro could see it. Keith, sitting in a corner or a bench somewhere, the roughened pads of his fingers on the taut strings. Maybe he didn’t sing, but did he hum?
“…Something on my hands?”
“Hm? I was just thinking you can see the callouses–” he reached for Keith’s hand, cupping it in his palm so he could see them better. “Your fingers are hard, right at the places where they’d meet the strings.”
The motion had been so easy that it took the soft hush for him to realize what he’d done. Keith’s hand was warm in his own, fitting so easily like it was only natural to be there.
Hey, I've realized you haven't updated YBIAW in a while. Not trying to rush you or anything (believe me, I know how hard it is to find inspiration sometimes), but I was just wondering if maybe you've moved on to other things? You write so poetically, and it's hard to read any other Symmrat fic now that I've read this one. Everything else just seems subpar. Xd. Huge thanks for writing this, it's utterly amazing. <3