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UPDATE: Chapter 10

previous: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 summary: the de-aged, smol!Shiro fic no one asked for. in this chapter: Keith worries. Shiro’s strange behavior finally crosses a line.

excerpt:

“C’mon, let’s find you something more comfortable to sleep in,” Lance says, when they arrive back at Shiro’s room. “I know Hunk got you more than one pair of footie pajamas. Where’d he put them, d’you think?”

“I can help,” Shiro says, eagerly tugging one of the drawers in his room. “In here?”

Lance freezes. The drawer is full, but not with any of yesterday’s purchases. Black shirts and replicated vests peek out of the open drawer, sitting next to neatly folded piles of turtlenecks and cargo pants.

“Not that one,” Lance says hastily, shoving the drawer shut with his foot. Blindly he pulls open another: more clothes but of the wrong size. He slams that closed and opens another, finally striking gold. A pile of fuzzy and small fabric greets his questing hand. Lance pulls out the softest of the pajama sets, a gentle grey background decorated with purple rocket ships, and kicks the drawer shut too. “Here we go! Let’s try these.”

Shiro doesn’t respond. He’s staring at the drawer he first opened, frowning.

Oh no.

Lance’s stomach drops, a sharp swoop that has nothing to do with hunger pangs. He’d heard from Hunk - and then Keith - is this - ?

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