sheith penpal au: shiro POV



It’d have been a mundane day for Shiro - bootcamp drills, sand and starched desert air in his mouth and the searing glare of the noon sun in his eyes - the usual, until Iverson drops beside him at break and slides an envelope to him.

“To: Lt. Takashi Shirogane

From: Keith Kogane”



Surprisingly, it’s not printed out in block characters. It was handwritten, in a slightly wonky and uneven hand.



Shiro raises a brow at Iversion, who shrugs, before deciding to open it.

It’s from the garrison’s penpal service, the sticker evident on the corner of the envelope.



(“If you make a joke about our last names, I’ll kick your balls.”



Iverson waves his threat away, clapping a hand on his shoulder as he walks off).