pidge deciding they want to get cute bras n shit. allura is Very Feminine and mildly terrifying so she goes to Shiro aka the kindest person that is also a few years older and Knows A Lot of Things So Might Know About This Maybe?

anyway shiro, who fucking Loves lingerie, is like “oh shit yeah let’s go find a measuring tape” and pidge is O.O bc they weren’t expecting anything but they definitely were not expecting this?

so now Shiro is dragging them around the castle, finds allura “princess do you have a measuring tape? like for a seamstress?”
“yes, why?”
shiro looks at pidge, who’s eyes are bugging out of their head, “i ripped a hole in my pants and pidge is helping me fix them.”

“but you wouldn’t need-“
“please?”
“a-alright then. this way.”
so now allura is leading them through the castle, to her quarters and into her closet and pidge sees the pretty lace nighties and chiffon and tulle and-

and allura hands shiro the measuring tape, tossing a “thanks princess!!” over his shoulder and striding out of the room.
as pidge is leaving allura gently says, “if you’d ever like to borrow anything, you’re more than welcome to.”

pidge is definitely bright red and they murmur a “thank you” before running after Shiro

god Why are his legs so Long this is unreasonable

shiro brings pidge back to their room, peeks in only to see that it’s at least two feet deep of unfinished projects, and says “you ok with going back to mine?”
“uh. i guess?”
“do you have a loose undershirt?”
“yeah?”
“grab it.”

Pidge finds it amidst the mess, tucks it under their arm and goes back out to see Shiro tapping away on a data pad.
"Ok I'm ready."
And then shiro grabs their hand? And pulls them along?
He stops in front of the door to his quarters, triggers the biometrics and gestures

for them to go in. "Put the undershirt on and come get me whenever you're ready!" He says cheerfully.
Pidge has no idea what the fuck is going on.

But! They trust Shiro. So they do it. Changing quickly and avoiding the mirror that hangs from the wall. They open the door and Shiro beams, "All good?"
"yeah." Their arms are crossed over their chest and they're slouching, trying to be as small as humanly possible.

Shiro pulls the measuring tape out of the roll, "Ok stand up straight."
Pidge uncrosses their arms and stands up.
"More straight."
Ok. They do.
"C'mon Pidge roll your shoulders back." Shiro says, voice soft.
"L-like this?" Pidge doesn't know how to stand up any straighter.

"Can I help?" He asks.
They nod, and Shiro gently moves their shoulders back and taps the middle of their back until its perfectly straight.
"If you aren't standing up completely straight when I measure, I'll get the wrong size and it'll hurt." He explains, gently moving them.

"oh," Pidge says around bated breath, "I didn't.. know it was so complicated."
Shiro smiles, "The first time I got fitted I did the same thing you did. Hold this for me?" He moves their hand to the tape.
"You... got fitted for a bra?" Pidge asks.
"Yup."
"Why?"

Shiro laughs, "Because they look good. I like them."
The green paladin's filter is gone, "What size are you?"

Shiro looks at them incredulously, "Do you really want to know?"
"uh. yeah? am I not.. am I not supposed to ask?" Pidge slouches again, caving in on themselves.
Shiro sighs and straightens their posture as he adjusts the tape, "Well not exactly but. I guess I dont care. 40DD"

Pidge spins and looks at Shiro, "ISNT THAT HUGE?"
"Pidge!"
And at that exact moment Keith walks in, "Hey bab- oh shit what"
Shiro is holding the tape around Pidge's bust, Pidge is bug eyed with shock, and Keith has no idea what the hell is going on.

Everyone speaks at once.
"wait WHAT did you just call him?!"
"What are you guys doing?"
"Keith /not now/."

Keith pouts, "But you said-"
Shiro interrupts him, "I am clearly doing something."
Pidge is looking back and forth between them, jaw practically hitting the floor.
Keith crosses his arms and lifts himself to sit on the bench in front of the mirror. "Fine. Can I help?"

Pidge squawks, "NO you cannot help!"
"Dude youre just getting fitted for a bra." Keith says, already pulling up measurement charts on Shiro's data pad.
Shiro is about to tell Keith to back off and give them some room when Pidge slouches again, "Fine."

Shiro adjusts their shoulders, a little more firm this time, and calls out the first measurement after Pidge stays still long enough for him to take it.
"So. How long has /this/ been a thing." Pidge asks, their little sibling attitude coming out.

Shiro is about to deny it because Keith likes his privacy, but Keith beats him to the punch, "Before Kerberos."
"Holy shit."
That earns a rare grin from Keith.
Pidge twists to look at Shiro, the lift of their eyebrows saying Look What I Did

Shiro rolls his eyes and calls out the second measurement, "You can put your hoodie back on, now."
Keith hands Shiro the data pad, Shiro shows it to Pidge and points at a number and letter circled in red.
"28A?!" Pidge shrieks, "Your tits are bigger than mine, Shiro!"

Keith chuckles, "Mine are, too."
"This is bullshit," Pidge pouts.
Shiro puts his hand on their shoulder, "If it makes you feel any better, you'll have the widest selection of color choices. Once you get past D theres hardly anything but beige."

Pidge leans into it, "Ok. So what now?"
"Now, we go to the space mall and find something that you like." The black paladin squeezes their shoulder and heads out.
Keith turns his face toward them, "You cool if I come?"

Pidge thinks about it for a moment, "Yeah. But only if you promise to scare anyone who's talking shit away."
"You got it." Keith smiles again, messing up Pidge's hair as he follows after Shiro. He stops and leans around the door frame, "Don't tell Lance, ok?"
Pidge nods.

They follow after Shiro and Keith, trying to take steadying breaths to calm their nerves. Its just a bra, why are they making such a big deal out of a piece of fabric.
When Allura jumps out of nowhere, Pidge yells jumps ten feet back.
"Can I come to the space mall, too!"

"How did you find out!?" Pidge asks, spotting the mice a second later.
Allura at least has the decency to look sheepish, "Sorry, I do love pretty things. And I can help you get a good deal!"
"Come on, group field trip." Pidge sulks toward the hangar.