SHIRO WITH A METAL SKELETON, GO!!!
I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile, Nonny. It’s Time.
It didn’t take them long to figure out something was different about Shiro. Only long enough for them to warm up to each other.
The first time was after training. For the first time, they finally beat a higher level Gladiator, with enough skill and training that Allura had nothing serious to criticize.
Hunk whooped, punching a fist in the air and pulling off his headband to dab at the sweat on his forehead. “That’s how you do it,” he huffed out, beaming widely. Reaching out, he snagged Lance around the chest and heaved him up with one arm, both of them laughing.
“Me next!” Pidge called, more than a little mused herself. She hadn’t been kidding when she said she sweated a lot, it seemed. So Hunk grabbed her with his other arm, and spun both of them around in a gleeful circle.
Once Lance and Pidge were both set back down, pressed together and giggling, Hunk turned to Keith, arms spread wide. “Now you.”
For a moment, Keith narrowed his eyes, but then he sighed and spread his own arms, letting Hunk engulf him in a hug that made his spine bend with the pressure. “Thanks, Hunk,” Keith managed, voice strangled.
“Of course,” Hunk replied back, tone sunny, but there was a hint of mischief to his eyes. “And then one for our Glorious Leader.”
“You can have all the hugs you want if you don’t call me that.”
Hunk snickered. “No promises.” But he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s waist and heaved up to try and pick him off the floor.
Instead, Hunk stumbled back, eyes wide and mouth falling open. “Shiro, you’re heavy.”