No way we forgot about you! But I'm excited that you're back and are opening up for prompts. How about some Shallura? Maybe something cute, like a college au? I love Shallura fluff, these two deserve the world. I appreciate it, and welcome back! ❤
yes, yes, yes - a thousand times yes for college au shallura + fluff
She had lost track of how many times the words before her blurred and twisted, finally fuzzing out to a jumbled mess with notes in the margins - a sea of blue ink and yellow highlighter streaks. Allura took a deep breath, shifting in her seat to prop her elbow on the table to rest her chin on.
In a vain hope it would stop her from nodding forward so often. She worked a little too hard to readjust her vision to make sense of the papers in front of her. It was why she had escaped to the library to begin with; there was more than plenty of light with the force of a thousand suns to keep her awake as they buzzed in the back ground and if that didn’t keep her alert then, the unforgiving wood of chairs at least 20 years old would definitely pick up the slack from the irritating electrical system that couldn’t ever completely be drowned out, no matter what end of campus she was on.
Even outside, it persisted in her ears.
The wind had been picking up lately and the birds seemed awfully chipper for January when the weather was anywhere above dreary, so it luckily hadn’t been as noticeable. If not, Lance’s music was normally loud enough for her to hear crystal clear across their picnic table while Hunk and Pidge chattered on happily in the background about an engineering formula or course or Shiro and Keith talking about dinner plans, which usually ended in calling it a pizza night with all of them crammed into Keith and Shiro’s little two bedroom apartment…
Allura jumped when a hand carefully brushed over the crook of her arm. She blinked, the lights horrific all over again for her eyes. She blearily glanced up to her left side. “What?”
“You were falling asleep again.”
“Was I?”, She worked around a yawn.
“Yes, you were.” Shiro mimicked her accent, chuckling when she knocked her shoulder into his. “C’mon, you have a Lit. hall full of Americans to blow out of the water with your paper, remember?”
She scoffed, dropping her pen to stretch in her seat. “I seem to recall you being one of those American’s in my Literature course, Shiro.”
“Exactly.” He grinned, and she was almost irritated how he could be so cheery camped out in the library with her at how ever many hours after her bedtime usually was. “Can’t let me win without a fight, there’s not any fun in that.”
This time, it was her turn to laugh, giving him a disbelieving smirk. “Is that a challenge, Takashi?”
“Oh, we’re on the first name thing again?” She leaned forward to knock his arm off of the table, narrowly missing when he sat back at the last second.“You only do that when you’re ‘cross’ about something. And that would most definitely be a challenge.”
Allura tilted her head, raising her eyebrows at him - trying not to laugh when he mirrored the movement - and hunched back over her paper. The playfully frantic, rhythmic scratch of pen on paper synchronized with the arm lightly brushing against hers.