[Okay, maybe the man had been there the entire time, but - in Shiro's defense? He'd been preoccupied. Extremely preoccupied in the last handful of minutes. It's fine. Right? That's totally fine and expected, isn't it?]
[He may or may not have jumped, and may or may not be trying to regain his composure. Desperately. His face is already the color of the berries in the cake. His response had not been a rejection, not entirely. Because he can't deny there is a part of him that wants this. Badly wants this.]
[Grant keeps taking his arguments and turning them on their heads. And honestly, if Grant were anyone else, he'd... probably be angry about it. Defensive. Lance is on his case, Blue is on his case, everyone just... needs to stop pushing. But Grant hasn't pushed. Not once.]
[If anything, he's done the opposite.]
[Belatedly, Shiro realizes he's been standing there silent for way too long. He seems so shake himself, exhaling sharply. Okay. If Grant's partners won't take issue, then... maybe... it wouldn't be an issue for ... it's just mistletoe. It's just a tradition.]
[There's nothing earth-shattering or fairy-tale that happens. He just musters up the flagging courage, he just shifts forward enough to reach - because how dare Grant be so much taller than him - to plant a perfectly chaste brush of lips on Grant's.]
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[He may or may not have jumped, and may or may not be trying to regain his composure. Desperately. His face is already the color of the berries in the cake. His response had not been a rejection, not entirely. Because he can't deny there is a part of him that wants this. Badly wants this.]
[Grant keeps taking his arguments and turning them on their heads. And honestly, if Grant were anyone else, he'd... probably be angry about it. Defensive. Lance is on his case, Blue is on his case, everyone just... needs to stop pushing. But Grant hasn't pushed. Not once.]
[If anything, he's done the opposite.]
[Belatedly, Shiro realizes he's been standing there silent for way too long. He seems so shake himself, exhaling sharply. Okay. If Grant's partners won't take issue, then... maybe... it wouldn't be an issue for ... it's just mistletoe. It's just a tradition.]
[There's nothing earth-shattering or fairy-tale that happens. He just musters up the flagging courage, he just shifts forward enough to reach - because how dare Grant be so much taller than him - to plant a perfectly chaste brush of lips on Grant's.]