jim street oneshots

t-shirt [ ❥ ]

"Is that mine?" Street asks, shutting his locker and looking across at you with a small smile. Thank God he'd waited until everyone else had left the room, because your cheeks immediately grow warm when you look down and realise that you are, in fact, wearing Street's 26-David t-shirt instead of your own 54-David one.

"Maybe." You say in a drawn-out tone, smiling at the sound of his laughter. Turning back to your locker, you begin to look around for the one with your own callsign on it. "Sorry, I'll ch- "

"Hey, I never said that." He moves beside you, using his hand to block you from rifling through your locker with a smile. "Keep it on, please. It looks good on you."

You shake your head at him but abate, shutting your locker and pulling your hoodie around you. You make sure to cover the little numbers on the shoulder, tugging it tight around you as you pick up your bag. "You're lucky shift is over. If Rocker caught me in this, I'd be as good as banished."

"Aw, don't worry." Street says with a grin, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sure Hondo could be convinced into taking you in."

"With all the times I've kept your ass out of trouble for him, he'd better." You shove at him playfully, before wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him into you. "Now come on - let's go before I get fired."