Only You (Shiro x Reader)

Eight

Shiro's Point of View

She was in love with me?

The words were burning into my ears. Repeating itself like I wouldn't understand what I just heard. The repetition of her voice going on and on in my head, and she was sorry for it. Sorry for falling in love with me. With me.

Me.

My head was rambling. I was so lost in thought. I just couldn't believe it. Why someone like me? I snapped out of my daze and realized (Y/n) fell asleep against the foot of her bed. Her breathing was soft and her tears were still drying up. I guess she tired herself out.

I looked down at her arm, almost forgetting the fact that she was still injured. The bandage was seeping with red. I shuddered. Carefully I re-dressed the wound and wrapped around a cleaner bandage around her frail arm. I hope I never have to do this again. I set her arm down and stared at her.

She seemed so peaceful and calm, like none of this ever happened. Her face was full of scars. She had a large one over her right eye. It was just as deep as the one over my nose. God, she's lucky she didn't lose her eye with a gash like that. I looked over to her other arm, in which I previously rolled up the sleeve to reveal more of her brutal scars. My eyes darted back to her face, then down to her neck. I could catch a glimpse of the scars on her collarbone and the outline to the ones on her back. The thing that added the most curiosity to me though, were her markings. They ran along under her jaw, crescent-shaped and glowed a beautiful iridescent orange. Somewhat resembled Allura's, except she didn't have the pointed ears.

She was stunning. Even with all these scars. Even if they're more than what I have on my body. Even if they're deeper and more menacing. She was still and will always be stunning. My heart pounds everytime I see her. Even when I first met her in that dreaded galra cell, even when she pushed me away, even when they took her legs away from her, even when she called herself a monster, I knew that I,

had fallen for her too.

She was someone who could fight for what's right. Someone who was bold enough to withstand pain like this. Someone who could always give up herself before others. Someone who was still strong after everything was taken away from her.

Someone who is worthy of protecting.

Someone that I'll protect as far as the ends of the universe.

I moved over to her and gently picked her up off the ground. She stirred a bit, and I froze, my breath stopping, I didn't want her to wake up. She nuzzled into my chest and continued to sleep. I smiled and set her down on her bed. I carefully put the blanket over her and leaned foward to gaze at her. Her breathing was soft against my face and her tears had gone away. My heart swelled. I give her a small kiss on her forehead and quietly step out of her room.

I carefully walk back into my room and slouch onto my bed.

I let out a heavy sigh and reach up to pull my hair back.

What a night.

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Coran's Point of View

It was quite early. But it was always my daily routine to be up and at 'em before the others woke up. In somedays I would occasionally find Keith training away or Hunk in the kitchen looking for leftovers.

It was tradition to always make sure the castle was up and running properly in tip-top shape before the others have awoken. As I was heading down to the control room I stumbled across (Y/n) in front of the training room. It was a bit odd to see her, since we had just met eachother, but it seemed she wanted to get inside.