A/N: So, a "Bonus" chapter in this fic just means it's a drabble about Shiro from someone else's point of view, instead of a drabble from Shiro's point of view.
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"I'm no good at this!" Keith raged, storming down a Garrison corridor, footsteps clapping against the walls. "I'm here to fly, not – not –"
"If you're going into space," Shiro followed him, "you have to learn to work with others."
"Well, others are stupid!"
He heard Shiro exhale. "Keith. Be patient – people can't always keep up with you."
Keith threw his hands up. "You can!"
Shiro laughed. Keith stared as he punched Keith's shoulder, eyes crinkling. "Maybe that's how I know."
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Keith leans against the cool metal wall of the Castle, staring at Shiro's closed door.
Shiro's in bed a lot these days.
Maybe Keith's instinct is right. Maybe – maybe there is something off, here. The way Shiro talks, the way Shiro smiles...
Or maybe –
Shiro's door swishes open. Shiro steps out, hand to his brow.
Keith straightens. "You alright?"
Shiro's mouth curls up at the corners. "Yeah. Just a bit of a headache. It's nothing." He walks past Keith up the hallway. "You coming?"
Maybe Shiro hit his head while he was out there, lost. Maybe it's hurting more than he lets on.
Maybe being captured – again –
Keith is no good at this.
"Right behind you," he answers.