For @shattsunday July Prompts: “Well, that’s just ridiculous,” he scoffed. (One of them confessing the other while being ridonculously drunk, the other not believing - at first?.)
This got lowkey angsty in the middle there, so uh, sorry abt that
"Well, that's just ridiculous," he scoffed.
Shiro set down the bottle down with a loud clunk, the liquor sloshing in it for a second before settling. "It's not ridiculous!" he said, "you don't get to decide if it's ridiculous, anyway. I'm the one who has a crush on you, and I get to say whether it's ridiculous." Although, Shiro saying he had a crush was starting to steer the conversation into ridiculous territory. They were supposed to be all adult or whatever, senior cadets and all that. They snuck a bottle of alcohol in, which Shiro thought was very mature of them.
"I think it's pretty ridiculous," Matt said. "I mean, you're… you're you, and I'm. I mean, I'm just trying to say—shit, I think I'm drunk."
"I think you're drunk, yeah." Shiro could've easily changed the subject there, told Matt to head to bed, but he also couldn't leave a confession like that just dangling there in the air between them. "Do you not like me?"
"No," Matt said, "I mean, no, I don't not like you." He sighed. "Gimme that, I want to keep being drunk."
Shiro snatched the bottle before Matt could clumsily reach for it, because even though Matt was far from getting alcohol poisoning, because they'd needed to buy a bottle small enough to sneak inside a pocket, he was already way more drunk than Shiro, and that was unfair. He downed the rest of it.
"Ass," Matt said, without malice. "I just—okay, so, I like you. Like, a whole hell of a lot. I think about kissing your face more than I think about homework, which. I don't really think about homework that much, but the point is that I think about kissing you, and, and—"
"So kiss me," Shiro said, as emboldened by the cheap whisky as the emotion boiling his chest at hearing those words from Matt.
"You know how hard it is—you can't have a relationship in the Garrison, it's… I mean, I know I'm a 'fuck the rules' kind of guy, but that's the kind of thing that gets people demoted, and…"
"We can't risk that if we're going to space," Shiro agreed, feeling impressively reasonable for stating the obvious. Was this what alcohol did to you?
"Jesus, fuck, I want to so bad, though," Matt said, and Shiro put a hand on Matt's knee, fingers curling in the fabric of his loose uniform pants for just a moment before letting go.
"Let me take you out," Shiro said, "one date. Please? I promise if it sucks, we'll go back to being best friends and it'll be totally, totally normal."
Matt's head dropped onto Shiro's shoulder and he made a distressed noise. "Oh my god," he whined, "if you do that, I swear, I'll want it all, the whole damn thing, like, I'll wanna be your boyfriend and hold your hand and all the stupid romantic crap that we can't even do."
"Hmm," Shiro said, turning the empty bottle between his hands, "I remember a really cute guy telling me what the Garrison doesn't know won't hurt 'em."
"Oh yeah? Well then, cute guys better stop fuckin' stealing my catchphrases," Matt said, and Shiro couldn't see his face, but he knew he was pouting.
"I was talking about you, Matt."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
"Alright, well, you better rock my world with this date then, man." Matt giggled, which was adorable, and settled in against Shiro's side, which was even more adorable.
And Shiro looked up at the ceiling of their little dorm room, set the bottle back onto the tile floor they were seated on, and thought that everything was gonna be alright. And maybe kind of awesome.
