Shiro holds the door open with his shoulder, and uses a smirk to cover for the fact he’d quite like to groan too. He might have won this round, but Keith’s getting better, faster, and stronger. Each hit he lands during their sparring bouts hurt far more than Shiro will ever let on. Keith rolls his head, working his neck, and Shiro frowns.
“It aches?”
“It’s fine.” Keith drops his shoulders, and then his fierce expression. “That last pin was maybe a bit hard. I’ll be fine after a shower.”