Can you remember love?
I was in Critical Interpretations today thinking about Kuron and like…
You can replicate a person to an extent, I think. You can copy a person’s genetic makeup, and give them specific memories (I believe a person’s personality results from a combination of genetic traits and learned behavior, gleaned from various life experiences). But…physical attraction? Love? I don’t think Kuron would necessarily feel the same things in the same way Shiro does. He’d have the same memories, yes, but perhaps not the same emotional response to those memories.
TL;DR I was like…headcanon that Kuron loves Keith in a platonic way, and Shiro loves Keith in a romantic way. So on the day Keith finally snaps, and surges up on his tiptoes, cupping “Shiro’s” face between his hands and kissing him like his life depends on it—Kuron has to step back and say, “I’m so sorry, Keith. I don’t feel the same way.”
And Kuron does feel horrible that he can’t be there for Keith romantically, and he takes special care to support him as a friend. He promises he won’t distance himself from Keith as a result of this revelation. He’ll always be there for him like a brother.
So Keith hides his devastation because like, he always knew Shiro didn’t reciprocate his feelings, but at least before now he could dream. The reality of the situation hurts, and he struggles to cope in his own distant way, throwing himself into his missions with reckless abandon.
And then…on a BoM mission…Keith comes across the real Shiro.
He’s dressed in rebel gear, and he’s bleeding from a gash on his temple, but his white cowlick catches Keith’s eye across a crowd of refugees. Their eyes lock, and for a while Keith simply stares, the both of them too shocked to move.
Then Shiro stumbles, scrambling to clear a path through the crowd. He reaches Keith in a whirlwind of dust and tattered fabric, throwing his arms around his neck. A laugh tumbles out of him as he presses their foreheads together. There’s stubble on his cheeks. He smells like gunpowder, and sunshine on desert rocks.
“Keith!” he proclaims, and somewhere deep within him Keith understands. Kuron looks like Shiro, and he shares many of his morals—but underneath that, he’s still his own person. And that person isn’t Shiro. This—the person winding his fingers through Keith’s hair, smiling like he’s the luckiest man alive—this is his Shiro.
And when Keith dares to tilt his head—to press his lips to Shiro’s—Shiro kisses him right back.