Kenma recognizes him from the broad lines of his back and the strong muscles that cover his shoulders and biceps. He doesn’t move much but when he does, they ripple like water, flowing so smoothly it’s mesmerizing. Kenma can’t see much at all; there’s no moon out and the street lights are down, but he knows this body well enough.
Kenma opens the door softly and steps out. From the slightest stiffening of Iwaizumi’s shoulders, he knows the man is aware of his presence, which is impressive since he’s always been quiet in his movements. He walks forward and grabs onto the railing, the cold metal biting into his skin.
It’s rare for Kenma to initiate a conversation. It isn’t lack of interest so much as it is the fact that he’s rarely comfortable enough to start talking to someone. But his curiosity is far too great when it comes to Iwaizumi. The man is different from the others in the band. He never asks Kenma questions, never tries to pry, and respects his personal space, though he does smile at him occasionally and he makes great coffee.
Iwaizumi doesn’t turn to look at him but he smiles a little, his dimple barely visible. “Yeah, it’s just one of those nights, you know?”
Kenma nods because he does in fact know. Leaning forward, he rests his chin on the metal and winces when the cold hits him harder than he expected, but it’s not a bad sensation. The wind feels nice, just this side of chilly, and the silence is welcome. They don’t live in a good neighborhood, and there’s always fighting and loud music and an absurd amount of yelling.
But on this night, at 2:47 in the morning, with the stars hiding behind the clouds and the moon nowhere in sight, Kenma has never liked this place better. Iwaizumi’s presence is strangely comforting, and the sound of his every inhale followed by a soft exhale makes Kenma unconsciously sync with him.
“Do you like it here so far?”
The tone of Iwaizumi’s voice makes it abundantly clear that Kenma is free to ignore the question if he wants to. He appreciates that, and decides to answer honestly.
“Haven’t really been here long enough to decide,” he says, eyes sliding shut, “but I think I’m going to stay just a little longer, if that’s alright with you.”
Iwaizumi huffs out a laugh, and it’s strangely endearing. “No problems here.” He brings the cigarette to his lips and takes a long drag, and Kenma watches as he blows out the smoke with a sigh, a white cloud forming into the silent darkness of the night. The metal of his tongue piercing shimmers when the headlights of a passing car shines on it, and Kenma’s breath hitches in his throat.
Iwaizumi offers him the cigarette without turning to look at him and Kenma accepts it gratefully. He takes a generous drag of his own and the feel of the smoke calms him with its familiarity. Blowing out the smoke with a lengthy exhale, he hands it back to Iwaizumi, and he feels a new bond form. It’s intimate in a way he’s never felt before, warm even when it’s cold, and he actually likes it. Might even get used to it.
He finally turns to face the man and takes in his profile, and it keeps surprising him, how handsome the raven-head really is. “Has Kuroo always been this insufferable?”
Iwaizumi’s eyes widen at the question before he starts laughing, loud and deep, and Kenma finds himself smiling along.
“You could say that, though Oikawa is right up there with him.” Iwaizumi winks, a playful smile dancing on his lips, “Don’t tell him I said that though.”
Kenma covers his mouth dramatically and Iwaizumi nods his approval. The two grin and face the street again.
The view isn’t terrible, if Kenma’s being honest. They aren’t high enough for him to feel anxious, but he can easily see the park a few metres away. A sigh of content escapes him and Iwaizumi mirrors it and they just stand there, shrouded by the comfortable silence between them that mingles with the silence of the night.
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One of the reasons I love love LOVE slow-burn Shance so much is because it works with their ages, even if Shiro is actually 25 or just 19 (he’s only 19 but his mind is older~).
“Why,” you ask, “if Shiro is 25 that means there’s a significant age difference and - ”
That doesn’t matter. Because I don’t see them getting together immediately, I see it the romance building ober the span of the years they fight together. I see Shiro starting out as a mentor and Lance having a huge hero crush on him but not doing anythinf about it. That is literally how it starts in canon, guys. Shiro is blinded into not seeing the full potential of his team by his time with the Galra and having a past with Keith and Pidge. Lance struggling to prove his worth to his hero. Shiro realizing over time that Lance is more than just a teammate, and Lance realizing that Shiro is not some untouchable star. They get close, they become friends, they become CLOSE friends. They keep fighting the Galra, they keep fighting this war they’ve been thrust into, and their bond deepens. And I’m not just speculating guys, unless Shiro or Lance go dark-side of the moon on Voltron, this is inevitable. Just look at AtlA.
And that’s just the buuld up. That’s just the CANON build up. That’s before my headcanon of slow burn comes into play at all.
And you know what? During all this, time is still flowing. They’re still getting older, Lance is maturing and becoming a well-rounded person. Same with Shiro. And with a slow burn romance, at that point it doesn’t matter the age difference because guess what? They’re both adults by this point.
“But there’s no telling how long the show is going to take - ”
Uh, actually, there is? The writers have already said that, by the end of season two, it’s been a few months. It’s not explicitly stated in show, but Lance’s hair has gotten longer, the team is able to use functions of their suit and castle without us seeing the training, and Hunk has obviously found the time to explore while looking for things to cook with. And they’re fighting in a WAR. Wars take time, especially against an entire empire that’s been in power for millenia. There’s no way they’re going to win in just a couple weeks. By the time the show ends, everyone will have aged a significant amount.
These guys will be fighting for a long, long while.
(Also? First episode, Lance gives the date. 5-11-14. By the end of season two, it’s been a few months. Even if, when they first all went into space, Lance was 16? His birthday has already passed. (He’s next to be announced and I’m placing everything I have on him being a Cancer.) He’s now 17. THERE ARE GOING TO BE 8 SEASONS TOTAL. Chances are, he’s gonna have another one. Maybe two. Maybe even THREE.)
So yeah, by the time the show ends their ages won’t matter. At all. I’ll wait over here and enjoy my slow burn while everyone else screams. Shance shippers, you are welcome to sit with me. I have Capri Sun.
The best part? The chances of Shance being the end-game for VLD are almost scary. If there wasn’t, there’s no reason for the tension between their characters. None. Fight me on this, I will defend this Hurricane Team forever.
Have I noticed odd subtext between Dean and Castiel? Yes. Do I think that subtext adds up to a homosexual relationship between a sexless, genderless angel and a human man who can barely manage to have a meaningful relationship outside of the brotherly bond he has with his own brother? No.
I don’t see the show Supernatural as a show about romance. It’s about family. Castiel is family to Sam and Dean, the only family they really have left. (I don’t have positive feelings towards Mary, but she counts, obviously.) Destiel is something that was borne out of fan fiction. The two things are not related.
I’m a bisexual woman. I’m not locked into the hetero-normative relationship patterns on TV. I don’t believe in traditional anything, so if I thought there was a reason to believe Destiel was real, I would. I’m also not trying to change anyone’s mind or argue about whether it exists. I don’t think it does, but others do, and that’s all fine. All I’m saying is, until it’s directly addressed on the show or confirmed by the actors/writers/etc., it’s not real.
Jensen has repeatedly said(and been threatened as a result) that Destiel is not real. If the man who originated a character in the pairing says it’s not real, then maybe you should all just accept it as not real and move on until it’s confirmed or explicitly depicted. Obviously you shouldn’t stop shipping it or writing it in your fan fiction, because some of the hottest fic out there is Destiel fan fic. But you can’t really say it’s canon until it’s actually directly confirmed. Subtext isn’t confirmation. It’s disrespectful to the actor who plays the character to insist something is real when they’ve said it’s not. I respect the actors of SPN and their wishes. If Jensen says it’s not real, then that’s good enough for me.
I realize that the Destiel shippers will likely be upset by this, but the truth is the truth. I don’t know why so much time(including this post) has been devoted to a fictional ship when it could be spent doing something so much more productive. The actors of SPN devote their time to helping people outside work, and we’re all here screaming about a nonexistent ship. It originated in fan fiction and not the show for a reason, y’all. Sorry.
Post Script: Keep the hate coming, trolls. Your true colors are showing. 😉