@shiros-eyes spammed me with Shiro last night and this is my compensation for that. Inspiration drawn from here (@bev-nap), here (@ftlosd ), and here (@jmnp-art ).
Summary: Have some Shiro.
Word Count: 1028
On Ao3
Sweat rolled down the back of his neck and dripped from his hair as he panted, waiting for the next level of the gladiator to begin.
He’s been at this all morning. After a night of no sleep, and frustration from not being able to figure out how Zarkon was tracking them, Shiro was pounding through the different levels of the gladiator. Despite his time as the Champion and fighting for his life nearly every day for a year, he hadn’t found any other way to calm himself.
The bot dissolved into pixels and Shiro straightened. He’d long since stripped himself of his normal vest and long sleeved shirt. For the last two levels, he has been training in his tank top. He was drenched in sweat, his muscles burning with exertion. He felt good. He was proud of the way his body developed, despite the dark way it happened. He was stronger, faster…it was incredible.
101doa
