Writer's Block

Takashi Shirogane - Out to Dinner

Out to Dinner – Takashi Shirogane

SuicidalConnorMurphy

A/N: Male!reader.

I went back and forth repeatedly as I wrote this trying to decide what timeline it would be set in or if it should be canon-compliant or if I would even include the details. I decided as I got towards the end that it follows the story of Voltron, and it's set after Adam's death.

Shiro stood before the mirror in his bathroom, struggling in vain to tame the wild patch of white fluff that hung between his eyes. He eventually gave up, setting his hairbrush on the counter and allowing his hair to be as unmanageable as it desired. Stepping back, he admired his attire – which Matt, Keith, and Lance had teasingly helped him assemble.

He was dressed in a soft purple button-up, accompanied by black slacks and a black bowtie. He preferred proper ties, but he knew you had a weakness for bowties, so he adorned one as often as he could. He had showered with the shampoo, conditioner, and body wash set you'd picked out when the two of you went shopping together, and once he was dressed and styled, he sprayed himself with the cologne that always made you cling to him like a koala so you could keep inhaling its scent.

Satisfied with his appearance, he slipped on his best dress shoes before padding over to his dresser. Opening the bottom drawer, he dug through miscellaneous ties and accessories, reaching to the back of the space for a small velvet box. He slipped it into the pocket of his slacks and headed for the front door. One hand plucked the keys from the table by the door while the other tugged his suit jacket from where it hung on the wall before he opened the door and slipped outside.

The drive to your house was quick but nerve-wracking. Without your lively personality to keep him distracted, Shiro was left to his thoughts. His heart pounded mercilessly in his chest, reminding him just how important and intense his plans for the evening were.

Once at your house, he parked the car and turned off the ignition, sliding out of his seat and closing the door. He shuffled up the steps to your front door, knocking three times before rolling back on his heels. He inhaled deeply, exhaling just as the door opened.

On the other side, you stood before your boyfriend of five years, dressed in a (f/c) dress shirt and fitted black jeans. Around your neck was a purple bowtie, the one that you had bought because it always reminded you of Shiro's personality – beautiful and fetching, with a hint of mystery and intrigue.

"You look amazing," Shiro breathed, his dark eyes scanning your form.

A smile tugged at your lips. "You don't look so bad yourself, handsome."

Straightening, Shiro offered you his arm. "Ready to go?"

With your house keys in one pocket, your phone in another, and a small gift bag in one hand, you nodded, wrapping your free arm around your boyfriend's. You closed and locked the door behind you before following the slightly taller man out to his car. Shiro held open your door, ensuring that you were safe inside before he closed it. He then opened his own, sliding in and starting the engine as you clicked your seatbelt.

"You didn't have to get me anything," Shiro commented, eyeing the bag in your lap as he drove to the night's destination.

You rolled your eyes. "You always say that, 'Kashi. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't give you a present on our anniversary?"

He chuckled in response, resting his right arm on the center console. Your left arm joined it, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together. Shiro gave your hand a squeeze, which you returned with two.