Prompt: sequel to Shiro II

He ran away, before she could squeak a peep. She distinctly heard his lumbering feet and sound of doors sealing itself, all the while her eyes were glued on the ceiling. Kagome couldn't comprehend what Shiro just said.

She still couldn't.

By the time she snapped herself of her shock-induced stupor, Hunk was calling for dinner. Numbly Kagome stood onto her feet and gathered together the puzzle pieces to put up. She couldn't think of anything. Somewhere in small hallways of her brain still was echoing the exact same script of their exchange.

And, Shiro wasn't in the eating hall, his chair suspiciously empty.

"Did something happened in between two of you?" Pidge started, frowning at Kagome. She poked the side of green glob, still eying the female pilot.

Rubbing the heels of her hands into her eyes, she groaned, "Honestly? I haven't any idea what just happened." Kagome righted herself into her seat, grabbing her fork, "We'll talk later, don't worry.." She assured the Green Paladin.

Satisfied by her answer, Pidge nodded and the others resumed their eating. They had faith that whatever dilemma they have will soon be absolved. Shiro wasn't the type to push aside his problems and Kagome was one of more mature members among the group. They thought no more of Shiro's strangeness and carried on their night.

Kagome was sure she'll see Shiro fairly soon—it wasn't like he could avoid her forever.

She was wrong.

Shiro was very determined to avoid her, at all costs.

"He wasn't here again." Kagome said plainly, pinching the skin between her eyes.

Keith peered at her from his spot, chewing on his breakfast, "Never thought Shiro would go to this far. Is this issue that bad?"

She shook her head, sighing while stalking out from the eating hall, "No. It wasn't."

The Black Paladin took such measures to avoid his partner, to even eating at different hours from the usual, keeping his senses acute of Kagome's approaching presence and flees when she gets too close, and changed his usual routine entirely. All to avoid Kagome, just because he embarrassed himself by being honest.

It was irritating.

When the doors clamped behind her, another opened and Shiro walked in. He took a deep breath of relief, "She's gone." He acknowledged.

Keith glared, "This isn't like you." He didn't like how immature Shiro was being. Whatever issue he had with Kagome, Shiro ran away from it like a child.

"Yeah, the heck, Shiro?" Lance agreed, grudgingly siding with Keith. He didn't like how hurt Kagome looked, when she saw Shiro's absences.

Groaning at his dark-faced teammates and the glowering princess, Shiro rubbed his face, "I know, I know!"

"What is it so bad that you are hiding from Kagome?" Hunk plopped on another helping on his plate, "She doesn't even look that mad." He stated, returning the giant spoon back into its basin.

Shiro shook his head, "I don't know." He admitted, turning his heels back to the hallway he exited from, "I have to train."

"You're running away again!" Allura retorted. She threw up her arms and plopped back down on her chair when the doors slammed close, "Idiot!"

Twirling his mustache Coran sighed. He started stacking the still-clean plates, "He didn't get his breakfast."

"Kagome didn't either." Pidge muttered, clearing her dish, "She's definitely getting worried."

"I reckon we oughta to save some for them then." Hunk chomped on a bite, "It'll be fine. It's not like Shiro can avoid his freaking partner forever." He wiggled his fork in thoughts, "Or Black won't be one happy cat."

Thudding her elbows on the table Allura sat her head on her hands and huffed, "Hunk's right. It's probably something stupid."

"Who knows. Maybe it's a love spat." Lance suggested wryly.

Pidge gave up her plate to the busying Coran, "I'd be surprised if it wasn't."

"Why am I hiding." Shiro knocked his forehead on the cool wall, disregarding the sweats dripping into his eyes. "This is ridiculous." A strained whimper fled his lips, "Dammit. 4 days…" He hadn't so much caught a single glimpse of his dear friend.

Seeing her even for a minute was like a balm on his battered soul—Kagome always managed to make his day much brighter, but she also brought him a case of nasties as a side effect that only a lovesick one could have. It wasn't a love in first sight, Shiro didn't believe in such a thing, but it was gradual.

Ever since their entrance into the academy Kagome earned herself a huge spot in Shiro's life. From being a caring and competitive classmate to partners split up by unfortunate fates the Galra brought them on, he didn't consider it much of a wonder why he fell in love with her. But, when Kagome was freshly rescued and battle-tired from one of many Galra ships, it wasn't the time for romance.

It didn't stop the daydreams though, ranging from innocuous thoughts of wedding and happy lives to raunchy desires.

They seemed to be getting worse too. Shiro groaned again, "Why did I say something so stupid?!"

Pouting and sulking around won't solve anything. Plus, wiping huge drops of sweat from his bare neck, he felt gross. He didn't miss that pang of hunger either, stabbing right into his stomach.

Frustrated at himself Shiro slammed his mechanical fist onto the wall, before he twirled away. Shoving a hand into his hair, he grumbled indistinctly and grabbed a towel that awaited for his use. Drying his face Shiro was still muttering complaints at himself, absently approaching to the door.

The door pulled open automatically and for a second he didn't registered who stood in his way. He only sensed a presence, a skill he gained from his time as a gladiator, but didn't identified who it was. "Excuse me—" Shiro pulled down his towel to see and stiffened.

Kagome glared upon him, her short height somehow made her all the more intimidating, and crossed her arms, "Shiro!"

Panic drove him to the opposite door. Shiro flung the towel out of his way, barking an order to the ever-watching AI, "Open the do—!" He yelped at a weight coming at his back like a cannon ball, throwing off his balance.

The floor loomed toward him. Shiro had barely enough thinking process to throw his arms on his face. He slammed flat onto the floor, with the said weight straddling on the arch of his back.

Biting back a shiver at the clawing nails into his back Shiro peered back, "Kagome, I—!"

"How about you stop trying to run away and we can talk it out like adults?" She sighed, irritated. Kagome didn't shift from her position, glowering at the man under her.

Shiro cupped his face, ashamed at the retort Kagome had to take to stop his ridiculousness, "I know, I know! I am so, so sorry!" He thunked his forehead on the floor, his back rising with a huge breath he took, "And I know it's inappropriate what I said!"

He caught her huff, "You thought I was mad about that, Shiro?"

"Huh?" Shiro craned his head, baffled, "I beg your pardon?"

Kagome twirled her index finger, "Flip over." She didn't move but she did hike up enough room for him to turn onto his back.

"I don't think that is appr—" Shiro fretted, flustering at her demand. The idea of her straddling over him…

She interrupted, again with her commanding tone, "Flip. Over."

Gulping Shiro nodded and pushed himself onto his back, biting back his tongue when his hips brushed by Kagome's thighs.

"Geez, that wasn't so hard, wasn't it?" Kagome shook her head and resettled. She didn't stay in that position for now, as she was lowering her torso to stare right in Shiro's face, "Now then. What do you want?"

Sputtering at his partner being too close, Shiro heavily contemplated pushing her off and running away again. But, her intense expression stopped him. He furrowed his brows instead, "What do you mean?" Shiro squirmed his hips away from where Kagome could feel his true feelings on this situation.

Rolling her eyes Kagome considered letting him to keep floundering around, but she found herself lacking patience. "Fine, I'll be blunt." She sighed, giving Shiro just a brief moment to wonder what she meant. She grabbed his jaws with both hands and muffled Shiro's surprised cry with his lips.

After realizing what she did Shiro didn't resist. He curled a hand over the back of her neck and pressed her deeper. It was such a consuming moment that for a second Shiro feared it was just another dream, until his lungs were set on fire they ached.

Groaning he released her so they could breathe for a minute and Shiro to realize fully of the situation he was in. He blinked when a cat-like smile curled in Kagome's swollen lips and swallowed thickly at what followed.

"So, did you say you'd love to fuck me?"