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“The way I feel when I’m with you”
Keith’s not good with words.
He pulls Shiro along the empty corridor, out the exit and into the night air, toward his red hoverbike waiting in the dark. Shiro tries to ask where they’re going but Keith hands him a helmet instead, starts the engine, and waits. As soon as Shiro is behind him with his arms secure around Keith’s waist, they’re off the ground, a cloud of dust trailing behind them.
Keith rides out into the open desert, under the vast, starry sky. Shiro doesn’t see a path but it feels like Keith knows where to go. It’s exhilarating out here, the rumble of the engine beneath them, the rush of wind whipping around them, the scattering of rocks and sand rising up behind them. But it’s comforting too, the solid warmth of Keith in his arms, and the familiar smell of the desert night.
Keith shouts something Shiro can’t quite catch, but looks ahead of them just in time to see the sharp drop of a sheer cliff. Shiro doesn’t even have time to yell; they’re going too fast, Keith’s not stopping, only going faster, so Shiro holds on tight and puts his trust in Keith.
They fly off the edge at full speed, engine roaring, and for a single moment it’s just Keith and Shiro with nothing above them, nothing below, nothing at all to stop them; they’re untouchable.
Shiro feels like his heart is about to burst, feels the exact moment gravity pulls them back down, the way his stomach clenches and his toes curl as they hurdle back towards the ground. Keith slams the throttle, twists the clutch just right, and the hoverbike lands on the other side of the canyon in a plume of sand and dust.
“That was insane!” Shiro pulls off his helmet, laughing, and hands shaking from the adrenaline.
Keith turns around in his seat, tosses his helmet aside and kisses Shiro right there, with the stars bright above their heads and the dust still settling around them. Shiro kisses him right back, his hands slowly finding their way to Keith’s face, holding him softly until Keith pulls back enough to look him in the eyes.
“You asked me, the other day, how I felt about you.”
Shiro remembers, had been patient when Keith didn’t have an answer then.
“I didn’t know what to say,” Keith whispers, voice quiet. He takes Shiro’s hand, presses it against his heart so Shiro can feel his heartbeat, wild and fast. “But this is the way I feel when I’m with you.”
And Shiro thinks it feels unstoppable, like flying full speed through the air, but knowing the ground is solid and safe when you land.
Keith’s not good with words, but Shiro understands him all the same.