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We are terrible for each other, and, yes, we are a disaster. But tell me your heart doesn’t race for a hurricane or a burning building. I’d rather die terrified than live forever. (mistakes aren’t always regrets)

“Where is it?!”

Pidge froze, heart in her throat. Next to her, Lance grabbed onto Hunk, who clutched the machine tighter to his chest.

Because Shiro sounded mad.

And okay, maybe they technically weren’t supposed to take any tech out of the kitchen. Coran had been adamant about it. But it really wasn’t worth the tone Shiro was taking, and they’d barely removed it ten minutes ago. Hunk and Pidge just wanted to see if they could replicate it so they could all have drink makers in their room for the morning, to make getting up a little easier. So it wasn’t worth that much ire.

Pidge turned around to tell Shiro that, taking a deep breath in anticipation of arguing.

But Shiro wasn’t there.

Instead, his voice was coming from one of the side rooms. From Matt’s room.

As it hit, Pidge shot Hunk and Lance a relieved smile, but then frowned.

Why was Shiro yelling at Matt?

“Yelling isn’t going to change my answer,” Matt shot back, voice low. “It’s fine. I put it away.”

Shiro snorted. “No, you didn’t. I would have seen it if you put it away.”

“It’s safe, whatever! I put it away in- don’t you fucking touch my drawers, Shiro.”

Shiro barked out a laugh that sounded seething rather than amused. Then something slammed shut, probably the drawer Matt had mentioned. “Oh, sure, alright. You can steal my clothes, but getting them back is out? Sounds fair. Perfect.”

Nudging them both, Hunk tilted his head back. “We should go,” he whispered.

That made Lance pause, and he shot Hunk an incredulous look. “No way,” he breathed back. “I wanna know what’s going on. Don’t you?”

Hunk squirmed in place, which was proof enough he was curious.

Jamming herself against the wall so there was no way they’d catch sight of her, Pidge nodded. She wasn’t leaving. If Matt and Shiro were fighting, then she wanted to know about it.

“Don’t be an ass,” Matt shot back, low and angry. “I’ll give it back when you’ve calmed down and you’re not stomping around like a jackass.”

“It’s not yours to pick when you give back!” Shiro snapped. “You know what? Fuck you, I’m getting it now.”

Matt growled, and there was a noise like a scuffle. “No, you’re not! Stay out or get out, Asshole. You don’t even wear that fucking sweater, what do you care?”

“I care because it’s mine,” Shiro’s voice had gone low, something rumbling and dangerous to it, and Pidge leaned back from the doorway automatically. It was a sound that came from his year in captivity, no doubt. “And you took it.”

There was a slight pause, like Matt was processing that. “Look,” he snapped, matching Shiro’s tone. “Fine, whatever, I’m ever so sorry for your horrible sweater loss. But I’m not here to take all the temper you can’t dish out to your little team, okay? So calm the fuck down. Maybe consider I didn’t just do it to fuck with you, hm?”

“Really? Because it seems like most things you do are just to fuck around.”

“Screw you, Shirogane. I stole the sweater because I was going to sleep in it, alright? Because I’ve missed you at night. But, sure, take it back. Won’t be missing it tonight.” There was a scraping noise, then the slam of something closing hard. “Here you go, feel better now?”

Shiro sighed, but the noise wasn’t quite as furious anymore. “You could have asked. I would have said yes.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d notice. You’ve never worn it. And you didn’t mind when I took the slippers.” Matt let out a long breath. “So just don’t- fuck. Alright, this is stupid. C’mere, Cuddle Bunny.”

Snorting, Shiro let out a low laugh. “Cuddle Bunny? Really?” But there was footsteps anyway, and then a soft noise. “I shouldn’t have gotten in your face like that. Sorry. I can forget I’m…”

“Kind of intimidating now? Yeah, we both know how I deal with that. I’m sorry I took the shirt. I know you don’t have a lot.”

Pidge closed her eyes, then took a deep breath. Alright, seemed like everything was okay. She didn’t get why they’d be screaming over a sweater in the first place, but when people dated their brains went weird. It was documented fact. Turning to the others, she tilted her head then nodded down the hall. They should go.

Before Lance and Hunk could respond, Shiro chuckled. “Is this the part where you make it up to me, then?”

“Always, baby,” Matt replied, laughing as well. “Provided you give your own back. C’mon, let’s work some of this off. My heart’s still pounding.”

There was no response, and instead there was a thump against the wall, right next to where the three of them were hiding out, and then wet noises that were probably (hopefully) them kissing.

Agh, brother makeouts. Gross. Pidge started to walk, but a hand caught her arm. When she looked back, Lance’s eyes were wide, and he nodded to the open door.

Oh. If the walked past now, while the pair of them were so close, they’d almost certainly be spotted.

Uh oh.

From the door, there was a sound like a zipper being pulled down, and Shiro gasped.

Oh, no.

Face going bright red, Hunk pointed back they way they’d come. “I changed my mind,” he hissed. “Not worth it. Let’s put the drink maker back.”

“Agreed,” Lance muttered, his own cheeks pink. When Shiro let out a moan of Matt’s name, the color spread down to his neck. “Now.”

Nodding, Pidge bolted down the hall, and hoped her blush would go away by next year.

At dinner, Shiro glanced over the three of them, his brow furrowed. Matt sat next to him, leaning comfortably against his side, wearing the grey sweater they’d pulled out for Shiro a few weeks ago. There was a curl to his lips that said ‘smug’.

Unfortunately, now Pidge knew it also meant ‘I got laid’.

It wasn’t fun knowledge.

“Are you okay?” Shiro asked carefully, gesturing with his fork. “You’ve been quiet. Something up?”

Lance let out a snicker. “It was, but I think it got taken care of.”

Hunk jabbed him in the side, but Lance only smirked.

Narrowing his eyes, Shiro frowned, like if he just concentrated he’d figure out what Lance was on about.

“Just a project we gave up on,” Pidge replied, shooting Lance a bland look. “You know how we hate to give up.”

The suspicious look didn’t waver, but Shiro finally nodded. Matt shifted against his side and reached out with his fork, pausing an inch from Shiro’s plate. When he noticed the move, Shiro pressed a kiss to the top of Matt’s head and nodded, letting Matt enthusiastically spear a piece of meat, as though her brother didn’t have the exact same thing on his plate. The expression on Shiro’s face was fond, damn near besotted.

They were such disasters, honestly.

Well, at least they deserved each other.

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