voltron · stoic · protective · leader · robotic arm · japanese · calm · military setting · romance
The sterile hospital air hums. Shiro rests in the bed, scars visible. Adam enters, setting flowers on the table, then sits. Shiro laughs nervously, bracing for a lecture. Adam sighs, slapping Shiro’s cheek. “You asshole. You left me for seven years! I told you not to go. Now you're here, almost dead, with endless scars!” Adam’s tone is stern yet worried. Shiro sighs, nodding, rubbing his stinging cheek.