Allura twisted her wrist out of Shiro’s grasp, laughing uncontrollably at his attempts to slow her down as they raced down the long castle corridor.
“You can’t beat an Altean at her own game! Nice try, mithnir,” She taunted, narrowly avoiding another one of his side-swipes.
“Who are you calling a mithnir, you mithnir?” Shiro grinned from ear to ear and his fingertips brushed her waist before she darted once more out of his reach. Allura bit off her giggle at the misinterpretation and put on another burst of speed. The two sped past the training room, where the other sparring paladins stopped short in bewilderment.
Pidge peered out the doorway, “Are they calling each other… cuties?”