Kuroh's reaction to seeing Shiro in his original body for the first time post season 2. Having to adjust to Shiro/Weismann being way taller now.
How does he work through it to keep going forward with their relationship?
This could be interesting actually, Kuroh was so used to Hieda’s body and now suddenly Shiro looks like someone completely different even though he’s the same person. Imagine this too where maybe they had just started getting into a relationship right before the end of ROK. Then of course they destroy the Slate and Shiro is evicted from Hieda’s body and Kuroh doesn’t really know what to do, as far as he and Neko know Shiro’s dead. Scepter 4 probably takes Hieda away with promises to look over the body and be sure this unknown white-haired kid is fine, Kuroh gets this sinking feeling letting him go but at the same time he knows from the way Hieda looked at him and Neko that this is definitely not Shiro anymore. Neko is probably inconsolable, she just got Shiro back and now he’s gone. That’s when Anna finds them, taking Neko’s hand and looking up seriously at Kuroh as she tells him that ‘the one you’re looking for is at Mihashira tower.’ Anna can’t really say how she knows, it’s just this strong feeling that Shiro isn’t entirely gone.
Neko and Kuroh rush to the tower and are met by the Rabbits, who were waiting for them. Kuroh wonders how and that’s when a voice behind them says ‘this is where my body was waiting, after all’ and in walks Shiro in his original body. Maybe his hair is super long here too, because that’s how it was when Kokujouji took the body after Colorless jumped out of it, so he looks even stranger. Kuroh stares for a moment before finally saying ‘Shiro…?’. One of the Rabbits tries to correct him that this is Adolf K Weismann and Shiro stops them, saying no these two can call him ‘Shiro.’ Neko I imagine being momentarily taken aback but when Shiro smiles she decides this is definitely her Shiro and she’s immediately all excited and hugging him. Kuroh gives him a soft smile but even so he finds himself hesitating, like intellectually he knows this is Shiro but it’s hard for his heart to accept this person that looks completely different. I wonder if it would make him particularly hesitant because this new Shiro kinda looks older and wiser, like even though there’s still that youthful spark behind the eyes Kuroh is suddenly uncomfortably aware of the gap in age and experience between them.
They go back to the apartment and imagine things are awkward between Shiro and Kuroh for a few days, Kuroh feels like his heart is unsettled but can’t seem to calm himself while Shiro is worried that Kuroh may be rethinking things now that Shiro looks like this. I imagine the thing that gets them to talk again is Shiro deciding to offer an olive branch and one day when Neko is out he asks Kuroh to help cut his hair. Kuroh is surprised to be asked and Shiro says Kuroh’s hair is long too so he figured Kuroh would be used to dealing with hair like this, Shiro feels like having long hair like this just isn’t really for him anymore. Kuroh says he does have some small skill at this, Yukari taught him and he used to trim Master Ichigen’s hair. Shiro says he’s in Kuroh’s hands and he sits down for Kuroh to fix his hair. At first Kuroh is still a bit awkward but imagine they talk a little, about how things feel different for Shiro now, and the more they talk the more Kuroh realizes that this truly is Shiro, the same Shiro as before just in a different body. The shorter hair weirdly helps too, like suddenly Shiro looks less like the immortal Silver King and the more he looks like just Adolf Weismann, the person who likes to be called Shiro, and Kuroh thinks he can get used to this after all.
See me go all into shipping mood without any solid foundation or interaction, just by seeing them interact for one frame, three seconds or being in the same panel.
I feel like a lot of my otps are only heavily shipped by me because of the headcanons that the fandom creates, whereas in actuality they never interact whatsoever.
Title: Summoning a Resolution
Pairing: Kuroh/Shiro
Rating: K+
Summary: It’s not such a bad thing to share a kiss on new year’s eve, but after all they've been through, Kuroh isn’t sure that it’s the wisest move.
AN: I’m excited to finally be posting on this blog! Please enjoy the mark of a new year with a little bit of Kurohshiro fluff. I would appreciate feedback, but really I just hope you enjoy :)
Set post series, mundane and sickeningly sweet, but kuroshiro brings out that side of me I guess...
Link to Ao3: (x)
The apartment was the same, from the holograms projected on the walls, to the modest arrangement of furniture. With the exception of a few nicknacks, and Kuroh assumed these were Neko’s amendments, it all remained the same.
Shiro was the same. The importance of this confirmation far outweighed anything else. The body was taller, his hair longer, his clothes more dignified, but there was the same kindness in his eyes, that foolish smile greeted him as it always had. It was always his concern as he stepped from the platform of the train, crossing onto the soil of Ashinaka High School. The routine had maintained all the same, every six months for the last four years. Despite the passing of time, the worry had been conditioned into him, just as Shiro’s bad habit of disappearing had been ingrained into him.
“I’ll be here when you return.”
This had been the condition, this had been the promise. Shiro had become Mr.German, and Neko became one of Kukuri’s classmates. The man, far older as it turned out, had encouraged Kuroh to find himself as well, convincing him that he was more than a guard dog, and that he deserved a life of his own. The slate was finished, and Kuroh was still young, there was still so much for him to learn.
The university had accepted him despite the holes in his formal education. Kuroh suspected this was mostly due to the strings pulled by the former blue king, Reisi Munakata. Despite his loss of supernatural power, his political sway remained quite favorable. It had been a done deal from that moment of his intervention, and Shiro had promised. He would be there when he returned.
It was four years passed that moment, and his nerves persisted.
Never so bad as that very first inevitable return. When Kuroh had stepped from the platform to see the two of them arm and arm, smiling as they greeted him, a wet sheen had formed over his dark blue eyes. He was quick to hide this, nestling his face in the crook between Shiro’s neck and shoulder, allowing the welcoming hug and the relief that flooded him. He hadn’t realized he’d been harboring such tension, but it was released as he finally accepted Shiro’s words. He really meant it this time around.
Kuroh’s anxiety had lessened slightly over the years, but habitual nerves warped his stomach everytime.
All for naught. Shiro had been waiting to greet him this time as well. He was pulled in for the traditional embrace, allowing himself to be held for one fleeting moment. It was a moment he looked forward to every year, sinking in to cherish the warmth, then pulling away to begin the craving all anew. It was his last year away, and his last year of suffocating anticipation.
“I missed you,” Shiro confessed as they sat on the couch that evening. He sat in the middle warm bodies on either side of him. Neko never strayed far from Shiro’s side, even after all these years. She was eyeing them now, suspicion clear in her stare, but Kuroh ignored this, favoring the glow of the moon outside their window instead.
“It’s been a while,” he conceded. It was the most sentiment he could allow if he were to find the strength to leave by the end of the holiday. Shiro always seemed satisfied with what he received. He’d smiled then, resting his head against Kuroh’s shoulder as Neko leaned on him from the other side. It was a warmth he always missed when away for the academic year.
“Not long now,” the older man had murmured into his shoulder. “You’re almost finished.”
Almost, and then he could settle into home forever.
New year passed with a shared bottle of champagne, and a pack of sparklers set off in the streets below the apartment. It had snowed in the city, and Kukuri, always present for the reunion, had dragged the unlikely trio outside. It was a walk to clear the remaining clouds of alcohol from their systems, to greet the new year with pure, unadulterated good will. She was the primary source of entertainment when midnight chimed, bouncing through the streets with Neko’s hand in hers, proclaiming her resolutions to the world, giggling wildly as they grew in grandeur with Neko’s assistance. The two men lingered in the back. Shiro was watching them scamper with a fond expression on his face, and Kuroh was watching him, lost in thought as that look melted over his face.
His smile had always been his warmest trait, no matter which face it claimed. Even as the snowflakes fluttered down, catching in his eyelashes, he could feel the warmth radiating off of Shiro. It was a magnetism he had yet to lose despite the destruction of the slates.
There were many silly traditions for every holiday, and for a moment an impulse of cheerful intimacy traipsed across Kuroh’s mind. He was silently chastising himself a second later, it was a silly idea, not worth entertaining. They were close, but over the years their relationship had evolved into something far more meaningful than that. Years of established repertoire were not worth wasting over one frivolous holiday whim. When Kuroh’s traitorous eyes zeroed back to the amused smile, he glowered up with the intent of focusing on some other part of Shiro’s face. It was the very moment he realized that Shiro’s attention had been diverted.
They stared at each other until Kuroh interrupted, “We should catch up.”
A flush had stained his cheeks as he bustled forth to catch up with the girls. Shiro followed in suit not long after. Kuroh remained blind to the momentary glaze of disappointment shrouding his face.
It was hours later that Shiro finally caught up to Kuroh, meeting him out on the balcony of their apartment. Kukuri had returned to her own home at last, and Neko had curled up on the bed inside.
The late hours were catching up with them in the end. Finally leveling them with a certain amount of privacy. It was Shiro and Kuroh, alone for the first time that year. Down the street some celebrations continued, it was a muffled remnant, the spirit of January falling upon them. Meanwhile, the night winded down.
“I’ve very proud of you,” Shiro broke the silence. He sided up beside Kuroh, the arm of his white coat pressed against the black of Kuroh’s sweater.
Kuroh blushed again, not fond of the attention, though undeniably pleased to hear it.
“It was your idea,” he shrugged, daring a glance in the other man’s direction. He was examining Kuroh without any pretense.
“All your efforts, Kuroh. Don’t let me steal away those accomplishments.”
At this, Kuroh found the courage to stare back. His own gaze was resolute as he examined the man he’d once called king. It was terrible irony that in this moment he seemed more regal than he’d ever been with the Sword of Damocles hovering above his head, an executioner's axe.
Inevitably, his eyes drew to that coaxing little smile.
“You can kiss me if you like.”
The invitation shattered the hanging silence, and Kuroh blinked in surprise. He was coloring again, for the third time that night, and spluttering like a fool.
“I’d like that,” Shiro added before any coherent response could form on Kuroh’s tongue.
He was closer all of a sudden, it was crafty maneuvering, Kuroh realized. A deliberate plot by this devious individual. At their closing proximity he could smell Shiro’s cologne, it was a foreign kind of scent, a scent unmistakably Shiro. At last Kuroh consented, rocking forward, the flutter of hooded eyelids was the last he saw as the distance was finally closed.
Shiro’s lips were soft on his, acting as a tasteful invitation to move him closer. Kuroh sank. His arms threaded between the lapels of Shiro’s coat. Their lips molded together in a soft repetition, it was an exciting introduction to the taste of that smile. Even as the kiss broke apart they remained more close than apart, breathing shared air, their foreheads pressed together. Kuroh and Shiro, black and white in the moonlight.
“I can’t wait to come home. To be with you,” Kuroh admitted. He was aching for another kiss, now that the privilege had been granted to him, he was certain he would drive himself insane waiting for the perfect moment to try again.
His arms wrapped tighter around Shiro’s middle. Shiro’s hands rested low on his hips, fingers looping through the belt loops of his jeans. He dipped to press one more kiss to the top of Kuroh’s head. One final sentiment muttered into the strands of his fine black hair as they held each other in the night.
Every day Weissman brings a beautiful bento for breakfast. Everyone flatters him for having a splendid wife who will prepare them for him. Weissman decides it's time to make his relationship with Kuroh official.
I mean it’s not like he’s lying to people, his bento have been made with love by his splendid wife XD I’m sure the rumors have been flying anyway, ‘German-sensei’ is a popular crush for lots of the students but everyone is aware that for lunch he always brings this beautiful bento clearly made by a loving and devoted wife. No one’s ever seen her of course and no one knows who she could be — imagine this is a few years post-series so maybe by now Kuroh has properly become a member of the faculty as well, he’s taken over the school coffee shop and he’s the actual advisor of the kendo club, meanwhile Neko has found some things she likes to do also and lives with them even though she’s not a student anymore either. People know Shiro lives in the dorms but because there’s so much coming and going at all hours no one really knows which dorm Shiro lives in or who his roommates are (and for Kuroh maybe it’s even like one of the great mysteries of the school, where does Yatogami-sensei live). So everyone just assumes that Shiro must have a wife off campus who visits him every morning and gives him his bento.
The teachers all have the same assumption too, telling Shiro he must have a wonderful wife. Shiro always considers that for a moment and then agrees — Kuroh is such a good wife after all — but at some point it occurs to him that people mean an actual wife and everyone thinks he’s married. He mentions it to Kuroh during dinner, Kuroh just shrugs and tells Shiro not to talk with his mouth full. Shiro continues eating, thinking to himself, and then decides ‘ah, okay then. Yes.’ Kuroh has no idea what he’s talking about until the next day when Shiro shows up unexpectedly at the coffee shop. Kuroh wonders if Shiro forgot his bento, he shouldn’t need anything from the coffee shop, and right there in front of everyone Shiro asks Kuroh to be his wife ‘officially.’ Kuroh’s surprised enough that he almost drops the food he was making, the students around them start squealing because no one knew this secret love affair was even happening but Kuroh is also popular and so now everyone’s rooting for him, like this is so romantic say yes. Kuroh sighs at Shiro having to do this in such a public manner and Shiro laughs sheepishly as he admits he’s kept it ‘secret’ for too long as Kuroh takes the ring and finally gives him a yes.
